The relief across the man’s face — Harry — seemed to be real; palpable even, and Avery took note of it as he offered up a date. Pressing her lips together, she nodded before adjusting her grip on Marigold’s hand. “Tuesday then. I can stop by early afternoon.” Lord only knew if she would feel up to keeping the appointment by then. A week was a long time from now, and it would give her time to think over her options. Her mind was buzzing with the possibilities, the outcomes of what this could mean for her and Marigold; none of them were good.
