CHAPTER 7
STEPHANIE
So, the perfect husband comes with the perfect house and the perfect job. Not going to lie. I spend the first week of my new-to-me life just pinching myself. I can hardly believe my luck.
Dream house. Dream job. Some dealership guy even drops off a red Porsche 911, and it’ll be mine-all-mine once I’m cleared for driving—and pass a driver’s test.
I let my license lapse, for some reason. Maybe that was why I was riding a bike the night I got hit by that car. But other than my lack of a current license, I’m basically Black Barbie with a way hotter dream husband than that pasty ol’ Ken.
So, best believe I’m all smiles when Tess comes to visit a couple of weeks after my arrival with a huge gift basket and bouquet of wildflowers.
“A couple of moms at the shelter picked
