I'm confused as I climb out of bed. I sincerely hope that this is not what I'm thinking. Seth wouldn't stoop to that level, would he now?
I try to hold my curiosity as I take a shower. It's Sunday and we're going nowhere so I change into booty shorts and a T-shirt.
I walk into the living room and Patricia doesn't even look at me. I frown as I sit on the Sofa's armrest. I know she is sulking.
"Good morning?" I ask carefully. You don't mess with a PMSing woman. That's an unwritten rule.
She looks at me and her eyes are blazing angrily.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
She hits me with the newspaper then storms into the kitchen.
I turn the paper and the picture on the front page makes me gasp. I read the headline and my breath hitches in my throat. I stare at the damning wor
