6
There was so much tension. Ginger had felt it at dinner. So much so that she was grateful to get her baby back to bed and slip into her own bed with Rocky and her book.
The new day meant breakfast and dealing with people again. At that moment, a nanny from the lodge was upstairs with Cam. Shane was taking Rocky out back to relieve himself. The dog, not the man.
Everyone else was seating themselves around the fireplace in the living area for their first therapy session.
Ginger didn’t know why there was so much tension. It had grown since the previous day, but she hoped to God that the session would help them work some of it out. Shane appeared from the kitchen that was positioned beneath her bedroom and came over to join them.
Ginger couldn’t see the dog. “Where’s Rocky?” she asked.
