CHAPTER EIGHT
It was a bright, clear morning by the time Riley got into her rental car and drove out of the airport. The weather really was wonderful, with a temperature in the comfortable sixties. She realized that it would make most people think of enjoying the beach or at least lying beside a pool somewhere.
But Riley felt a lurking apprehension.
She wondered wistfully if she could ever come to California just to enjoy the weather—or go to any other place to relax.
It seemed that evil awaited her wherever she went.
The story of my life, she thought.
She knew she owed it to herself and her family to break out of this pattern—to take some time off and take the girls somewhere just for the sheer joy of it.
But when was that ever going to happen?
She let out a sad, tired sigh.
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