![]() ![]() Even tonight, two weeks after her return, Kat had been out with a man she'd just met. This time, Kat hadn’t snuck off with a friend to have a late-night beer: she'd moved to Philadelphia, lived "in sin" with a guy, and returned to Memphis in defeat. ![]() ![]() Normal instances of discipline involved Deborah pronouncing how Kat's actions affected more people than just herself before doling out punishment. The problem with Deborah Jaitley was that Kat couldn't be sure if their encounter would involve tears of joy because they hadn't seen each other in two years or yelling. A ghost of the smile Kat had worn all night burned in her cheeks but not her lips. In an instant, Kat forgot everything she'd done that day. Her demeanor and helmet of gray-blonde hair couldn't belong to anyone else. Towering pine trees and streetlights between the car and the two-story residence obscured the person in the plastic patio chair on the second floor but not enough to hide her identity. Katrina Jaitley opened her car door in the dark parking lot in front of her new apartment. ![]()
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