I hated him for it.
Mostly because he was right.
CHAPTER ONE — THE WOMAN IN THE BLUE COAT
I led Ruth upstairs like someone escorting an unwanted delivery.
Our guest bathroom had pale stone walls, a soaking tub, heated towels, and enough expensive bath products to stock a small boutique.
I opened a cabinet.
“You can put your clothes in this bag.”
Ruth touched the sleeve of her coat.
“I’d rather keep the coat.”
“It’s soaked.”
“I’ve had it a long time.”
“That doesn’t make it clean.”
