Chapter 40

• An hour later, Olivia walked into the office with her headache down from torturous to merely nagging. She still hadn’t been able to eat anything, between the hangover and the guilt. Hopefully, after she talked to James again, she’d be able to hold down some breakfast.
• “Morning, MaryAnn.”
• MaryAnn looked up from her computer, and for once she didn’t look like a deer caught in the headlights. As soon as she spotted Olivia, her smile turned sympathetic. But there was something in her eyes, something almost gleeful, that told Olivia the sympathy wasn’t all that genuine.