Taylor
“Turn on some music," Kennedy prompts.
I link my iPhone to the Bluetooth speaker in the living room. I scroll through my playlists: Running, Reading, Driving, School, Lite, Heavy, 80s, and Random. I select the Random playlist. “Stitches" by Shawn Mendes fills the room. I adjust the volume, so it won't interfere with conversations this evening. Back at the kitchen island, I grab a tumbler and pour two fingers of Jim Beam to calm my nerves. As I finish my drink, I hear Jackson greet guests on the deck.
“Showtime," Kennedy sings as she opens the doors for the guests.
Jackson enters, followed by a slender red-head and a tall, tan, blonde man. He motions to the couple. “This is Red and Isaac." Jackson extends his arm toward me. “And this is Taylor."
The redhead extends her right h
