“Where’s Trent today?” I chew my bottom lip. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in a few days.” “Ah. You had a fight.” I nod. “I don’t know what to do.” Sherry sets down three Kings. “What did he do?” “How do you know it was him?” “Because if it was something you did, you’d know what to do to try to fix it.” Alzheimer’s be damned, this woman is perceptive.
