Enough that I hate it.
“I talked to my brother today.”
“Ego?”
“Yeah. He's the only one I've got, thank fuck.”
That gets a laugh out of her.
“That's nice.”
“What?”
“Having a sibling.”
“Trust me, it's overrated.”
She smiles.
“Maybe. I wouldn’t know. I'm an only child.”
“Yeah?” I say even though I already know this.
Okay, fine.
I already looked into Mary Donahue.
In my defense, investigating people is literally part of my job.
And after Joel Jonas got handsy with her, there was no way in hell I wasn't making sure she was okay.
So yeah.
I ran a background check.
Mary Catherine Donahue.
Thirty-four years old.
First-grade teacher at Our Lady of Grace Academy.
She still lives with her mother in Verona in her childhood home.
No criminal record.
No arrests.
No debt problems.
No stalkers.
At least none besides the married town councilman currently making an ass of himself.
No significant relationships in the last three years.
That one surprised me.
Honestly?