“It just seems wrong,” she said with a sigh. She dropped her head back against the couch and closed her eyes. He could see the veins under her pale skin and her cheekbones looked more gaunt than he’d realised. “How can I celebrate at a party when my friend just died? These little girls are all growing up, getting older, having parties and Caitlyn never had that chance. It’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not,” he agreed. “But you can’t stay here in your apartment for the ...