Part 1 : Andrea.
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More pathetic than ever, I cowered under musty, rotting wood, heart vibrating in my throat, cold and wet and embarrassed. I should never have come. I had a son, he was spending the second night of the weekend with Cassie. I was no kind of mother. We should have been at home right now, maybe I'd have tucked us both up into the bed, and I'd spend the rest of the night confined to the safety of our little bubble. When had I started taking part in frivolous activities like this? Parties and camp fires and touchy feely men. Men who couldn't help themselves.
I shuddered, the tremors further decreasing my body temperature.
And D was out there.
Dominic, apparently.
I'd told him about the Rock Off yesterday. As proprietor of the bar, he knew what I was talkin
