Instinct had her following the path she’d taken with Sebastian that first day. She wanted that top-of-the-world view, to make her and her problems feel small. Right now it felt as if they’d crush her. By the time she and Ginger hit the base of the mountain trail, some of the tension in her chest had eased and her mind began to process more than adrenaline and temper.
Had she lost everything? At the very least, she’d done irreparable damage to her relationship with her father. Probably with her mother, too, as Rosalind always sided with her husband. And Sebastian… Her father hadn’t been entirely wrong. He’d been part of the impetus for all of this. Where did they stand?
How could he possibly be so quick to assume she’d go back on her word? She could understand how he’d thought that in the
