Autumn
I did not feel like going to a party.
My insides churned as we drove out to the Hamptons for the barbecue. I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that I was doing something wrong—like I was guilty, even though I hadn’t committed a crime. Well, no physical crime anyway. Now, emotional strangulation? That was an entirely different story.
Blake glanced over to where I sat staring out the window. “You feeling okay today?”
“Yeah. I just have a lot on my mind with work.”
He nodded. “Is Stone giving you trouble again?”
I frowned. “Storm. And no, he’s actually been a little better lately.”
“Blake Jr., my eight year old, goes through phases where he acts out, too. Usually it’s just because he wants a little extra attention.”
Ummm…I think Storm might be more upset that his mother is an
