Caitlin sank to the cool tile floor of her tiny apartment bathroom, waiting for the nausea to subside. The crackers she kept on her nightstand helped some, but then she had to put up with crumbs in her bed.
Crumbs were a poor substitute for a warm body.
Her decision to stay in California had been rash, but not one she regretted, even though turning the moving van around had created a logistical nightmare. She'd had to find a place fast. Store everything from the three bedroom row house that didn't fit into her new one bedroom apartment. And redirect Luke's and her mail to the new address. Not to mention how disappointed her father had been when she'd cashed in her ticket and told him she wouldn't be coming home. She might not belong in this state anymore, but Coronado was where she'd buried her heart. And California was where she'd chosen to stay.
She had a meeting "of a serious nature" with CryoBank director Carol Livingston at eleven, followed by lunch with "the wiv ...
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