Chapter 47

The chill had lifted, and the city had traded coats for spring wear. The roadside trees were sprouting fresh green buds—vibrant, full of life, a scene brimming with hope. June brought the car show, and everyone was swamped with work. Kathleen was like a spinning top, never stopping. Sometimes she worked straight through until 11:00 pm or 12:00 am. Chelsey said she'd lost weight, her dark circles darker than a national treasure's. But Kathleen actually enjoyed the exhaustion. Once she hit a certain level of tiredness, she could collapse onto her bed and fall asleep instantly. Several nights, she didn't even bother to take a shower. Only when she was alone did she let herself get that careless. Finally, a rare weekend off. She planned to sleep in until she naturally woke up. Her phone rang, and she snapped awake, thinking it was work. Seeing the caller ID, she sat up immediately. "Hello?" "Ms. Silva, this is Colin. The surgery went very well. He's out of danger now. I wanted to