Chapter 211
"Food addiction."
I drove Harjit home, making her promise that she would call the number for counseling that the police had given her. I also checked in on Christina, who was doing better because Naomi was doing better. I got it; Naomi was her Leo. Neither of them were up to visitors yet but she did want to see me at some point.
I vowed to make more of an effort with friendships. Or have them at all.
I texted Rohan an address and the words "Meet me?" He texted back his agreement and I gunned my car west.
I parked my car at the lot on top of Queen Elizabeth Park, nicknamed Little Mountain by Vancouverites, and commandeered a wooden bench on the covered boardwalk that curved around the giant fountain. I stretched out my bare legs, letting the sunshine soak away the despondency of this mission.
Kids shrieked with laughter as they dodged and splashed in the dozens of jets spouting water in varying heights.