My Husband Demanded I Apologize to His Daughter, So I Walked Out of My Own House
The autumn sun beat down on the windshield, making the inside of the car stifling and hot.
I started the engine and turned on the air conditioning.
I reached into my purse and pulled out the white envelope Rebecca had given me.
I placed the escrow paperwork on the passenger seat.
I thought about the upcoming Saturday barbecue.
Ava had demanded specific food brands, and Daniel had told me to give her everything she wanted.
Melissa was planning to come to the cookout with the excuse of bringing a side dish.
They were coming to my grandmother’s house to celebrate their future on my patio.