Chapter 14: The GardenerMy imaginary husband, Colton, agreed with me: the gardener on the second floor had a few secrets and he was keeping them from me. Scott Sebold suffered from insomnia and he slept very little. For breakfast, he only ate one slice of unbuttered wheat toast. He never ate junk food or lapsed in his exercise program; a long run in the early morning hours, before the sun started its climb into day. Nor did he shy away from his God, attending church every Sunday morning and Wednesday evening.
Okay, so I knew those tidbits of information in Sebold’s life weren’t really secrets, maybe because they were obvious. But he did have secrets. Things I shouldn’t have discovered. Events in his life that were none of my business, of course. Details of his goings-on that…weren’t any o
