Chapter 13
Via
I woke up on my fortieth birthday feeling no different than the day before. There was no “aha-moment,” no feeling of dread, no sense of uneasiness. Nothing.
I rushed to the mirror to make sure Mother Nature hadn’t decided to throw wrinkles and creases on my face all at once—to make sure she wasn’t trying to play some cruel joke on me.
She didn’t, and she wasn’t.
I prepared for work like I always did, trying my best not to think about how sexy Jason Ice was or about his sleek black Bugatti that was parked right outside.
I slipped into my favorite white dress and matching blazer; I’d always admired how the ruffles flattered my curves and made my waist look two sizes smaller.
I read the birthday cards my daughters left on the kitchen table and rejoiced at the fact that t
