Chapter 11
Zoey
I get dressed in Christmas light leggings and a tank top with an ugly sweater print on it, then spend an hour frosting the cookies I made today. I hate surprises. Even good surprises raise my anxiety way too much. If I could live a life without any surprises at all, I’d be happy.
Asher texts, saying he’s on his way home and Aaron is in his study taking a business call. I have no idea where Mom is, and Sawyer has taken two phone calls out back. I’m trying to pretend it doesn’t bother me, but the jealousy keeps rising to the surface. Who the hell is Cara? Is he sleeping with her?
I refocus on the cookies, but when Sawyer huffs and plops down in front of the TV, it reminds me I still have his present to wrap. I wanted to get it done before, but just hadn’t gotten around to
