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window. “People in their church have tried to reach out and help, but she doesn’t respond much.”
    “I’m sorry.” Jordan cranked the car and made a mental note not to go there again.
    “Thanks. I am, too.” She looked back at him and he could make out anger mixed with the sorrow. Then she lowered her gaze. “Is it wrong that I get really angry with her sometimes?”
    Her voice was so low he had to strain to make out the words. “No. I can imagine fourteen years of depression would be very tiring.”
    “It’s not just that. I don’t even know that she can help it, but I needed her, too—” She flushed and shook her head. “Never mind.” She took a deep breath and cleared her throat. “Speaking of my mother—” She pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed a number. “Hi, Mom.” Jordan heard the woman’s muffled answer, then Katie said, “Your dinner is being delivered. They’re coming around five-thirty, all right?” She listened a moment. “No, Mom, you won’t have to worry about washing or returning any pans. They’ll all be disposable, okay? I hope you enjoy it.”
    More indistinguishable words and then a sigh from Katie as she said goodbye and hung up.
    He couldn’t help it. “What was that about?”
    “Dad called me the day before yesterday and said my mom had a doctor’s appointment today. My partner’s sister, Christi, has a catering business. I asked her to deliver dinner to my parents tonight so they wouldn’t have to worry about it. In all the excitement, I forgot to let them know.”
    “That’s really thoughtful.” Jordan eyed her.
    She shrugged and flushed. “I don’t know if thoughtful is the right—” She bit the words off and nearly chewed a hole in her lower lip.
    “What?”
    “Never mind. It’s not important.”
    But it was, he could tell. However, he dropped the subject as he turned in to the parking lot of Jake’s Diner. Dropped it, but didn’t forget it. The woman intrigued him, and he wanted to know what it was she hadn’t said. But that would wait.
    They climbed from the vehicle, tugging their coats tighter against the wind. Katie walked at a fast clip toward the door and Jordan followed her.
    The diner looked like a throwback to the fifties. A well-preserved throwback. With her hand on the door handle, Katie said, “Nice.”
    “Yeah. How come I didn’t know about this place?”
    She shrugged. “I’ve heard it mentioned in conversation, but never bothered to drive out here. I’ll have to make sure I do that sometime soon. Just for fun.”
    “Maybe I’ll come with you.” He gave her a slow smile and she flushed.
    Then lifted her chin. “Maybe I’ll let you.”
    Cars zipped past on the highway. Several slowed and turned in.
    One slowed almost to a stop in the middle of the road, catching Jordan’s attention. “Look.”
    Katie looked. The car sped up and was soon gone from sight. She frowned. “What do you think that was all about?”
    “I have no idea, but I’ve got the make and model.”
    They entered the diner and walked up to the bar area. Multicolored lights hung above and blinked in time with the Christmas carol coming from the speaker to her right.
    Katie slid onto one of the silver, red-cushioned stools and Jordan sat beside her. For a few minutes, they watched the waitress scurry about taking orders, her red-and-white hat tipped with a bell that jingled at every shake of her head. Now she stood in front of Katie. “What’ll it be?”
    “I’ll have a coffee.”
    Jordan said, “Same here.”
    Katie pulled out the picture of her sister that had been splashed all over the news when she’d disappeared fourteen years ago. When the waitress came back with their coffee, Katie eyed her name tag and asked, “Celia, how long have you been working here?”
    Celia tilted her head and lifted a hand to hold the hat in place. She snapped her gum and said, “About six years now, I guess.”
    “Is there anyone that’s been here for at least