Chapter Six
Staying away from Suzannah lasted all of two weeks. Two agonizing, sleep-deprived weeks, where Suzannah’s face had dogged him at every turn, sleeping or waking. Taunted him when he caught a flash of blonde hair at Millie’s organic grocery. Ten days in, he’d finally caved, and Google searched her. He’d looked four-and-a-half years ago, trying to piece together what had gone wrong, but at the time, she’d had no social media presence. It was like she didn’t exist. Of course, he’d been searching for Suzannah Harper, not Suzannah Winslow, daughter of the multi-gazillionaire and media personality, Orrin Winslow. Everyone knew the wild success story of Orrin Winslow. His grandfather had made millions running hooch during prohibition, and then invested in oil. Orrin, in turn, had inve
