Walking Wounded Page 22
“Let a ray of sunshine in.”
“Yes, I will.” Except in certain corners that had to remain eternally dark. She vowed no light would ever find those corners.
“That’s my girl,” her mother said. “That’s my girl.”
There were footsteps on the stairs. Sherry appeared. A stranger, a lover. Miming food hand to mouth, beckoning to dinner, standing there.
An open invitation from a heart-whole woman.
Or was she?
“Are you there, Katt? Are you there?”