Chapter 18
JeffOver the next few weeks, we had more therapy sessions with Dr. Baker—just me, me with Shannon, with Taryn, and, Lord help me, with both women together.
Shannon was settling into her new life in Dallas. To help her, I had given her a little more money to get some things for her place. Shannon wanted to insist that it was a loan, but I told her her not to worry about it. What surprised me most was Taryn’s lack of objection.
“If it keeps her calm and less likely to cause trouble, then I guess it’s fine.” Maybe the counseling worked. I hoped we’d be paid back for our efforts—not in cash, but in peace. There might be worse things in life than being in family therapy with your fiancée and your ex-wife, but I couldn’t think of anything.
Making things worse, I had to put on a br
