Chapter 5

My best friend's son had left his inhaler in my apartment.

His dinosaur pajamas, stuffed fox, and overnight bag were still there too. They waited in my guest room as if Milo might return on Friday and ask me to read one more chapter before turning off the light.

I could have called a courier.

Instead, I drove to my best friend's townhouse in Westchester.

Elise opened the door before I reached the bell. She wore black leggings and an old college sweatshirt. Without the navy dress and ballroom makeup, she looked like the woman who used to sit barefoot…