Once she’d fed and bathed the boys and had finally gotten them off to bed, Addison sat down with a glass of wine and Sondra’s envelope—anything to keep her mind off of what had transpired that afternoon. This time was different. This time she couldn’t say it was a mistake. Fool me once. This time wasn’t like the first time. She’d walked into that apartment willingly and this time she wasn’t drunk. This time she remembered everything, every little detail.
Fool me once.Unable to keep the images from replaying over and over in her mind, she downed her glass, poured another, and tore into the envelope. The first page was a letter:
Dear Addison,
What I am about to propose will likely shock the hell out of you. Before you continue any further, I want you to promise to keep an open mind and gi
