“Kate, honey, the news is on. Kate,” Spencer whispered. He stretched on the bed behind her, wincing at the squeak his movement made. He gently rubbed her shoulder, trying to rouse her. “What?” she asked, turning over.
“The news is on, do you want to watch?”
She nodded and got up and stretched out her arms. “Did everybody go home?” she whispered.
Kate and Sarah picked up Lauren and Judy around five for dinner. Kate didn’t look forward to being at John’s apartment; this would be her first time there since he died. She had a key, but hadn’t felt the need to use it. As a matter of fact, she’d have to give it to Lauren to turn in to his landlord.