Epilogue
January 1, 3 a.m., Briarwood
T he phone was ringing. And Liv absolutely hated it.
“Answer it,” Artur murmured, kissing her cheek. “You end the call and then you come back to bed.”
“Good choice,” she said. Because it was.
Decision made, she reached her arm out and grabbed the phone.
Naomi’s number.
Why was Naomi calling her? They had their ‘happy new year’ call a few hours before…
But she punched on the green button and answered. “Hello?”
All Liv could hear was sobbing on the other end, and suddenly she sat up, all of her senses on alert.
“What’s wrong?”
Of course when she sat up, so did Artur, and if nothing else, he put his arm around her, pulling her close. He raised an eyebrow, in that way of his when he sensed a crisis.
“It’s the wedding,” Naomi sobbed into the phone. “Judith’s wedding doesn’t have a caterer. And it’s my fault.”
The End