Chapter Fifteen
“I still don’t think this is a good idea,” Jenny said.
The streets were dark, and Alison turned to her mom behind the wheel of her Jeep. Jenny was wearing a dark blue bomber jacket, her long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and Alison found herself taking in her mother’s hands on the wheel, seeing her dad’s ring on her finger as she turned right. It was such a contrast to the ring from Wren. She remembered the large rock, the intricate design, the difference between her mom then and who she was now.
“Look, Uncle Marcus has already said they have Bennett in custody, and I’d rather not sleep on that lumpy pullout in the spare room or on an air mattress on the floor. I have a comfortable bed, my bed, in my apartment. The only reason I was staying over was because we did
