CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
As soon as she got off the plane, Riley sent a text message to April saying she was on her way home from Quantico. So when Riley pulled up to her townhouse, she knew that her arrival wouldn’t be unexpected.
The trouble was—what should she expect?
Was Jilly still angry with her?
Did Riley have whatever it took to be the good mom and work everything out?
When she walked through the front door, April was right there to meet her.
Riley put down her bag and returned her daughter’s big hug.
Then April wasted no time getting to the point.
“Jilly’s in the family room. You should go talk to her.”
Just as she had been on the phone, April sounded remarkably calm and grown up.
I guess that’s what I’ve got to be too right now, Riley thought, fully aware of the irony of the
