Come Home With Us

Book Two

She left before morning. She always left before morning.

Jules and Matt have been married for nine years. Their bed fits three, and the woman who belongs in it won't stay. Erin Sullivan carries a badge, a scar she hasn't explained, and a grief she visits alone once a year on the same hospital bench.

This time, she calls.

What follows isn't a fantasy. It's bread baked for the first time in a kitchen that smells like coffee and wine chosen for the story on the label. It's a phone ringing at two in the morning from a colleague who says: she's at the morgue again. She sits with them until dawn. It's driving through empty streets to find the woman you love on the floor of a room no one should have to enter alone.

By the time Erin arrives at the door with two packed bags and asks if there are rules, Jules already knows the answer. There are none. There is only the question that has always been the title: come home with us.