Chapter 3
Macy could feel the onion rings roiling in her stomach. The date had been holding its own until halfway through the meal.
Then Brett had laid the bomb that she would never escape as long as she lived in Larch Creek—no! It would survive right past her death and go on into town legend.
“So, Macy, why the hell did you bloody Billy at the altar anyway?”
Like she was supposed to have a good answer to what was wrong with her not with Billy. The list was manifold and she wasn’t about to share even if she knew where to begin, which she didn’t.
“I mean you’re one of the prettiest girls in town. What the hell happened?”
Most of the town had been in on the public scene a mere six months ago. Macy arriving at the church thinking she’d found true love, Billy’s busted nose spilling red a
