19
TRENT
Thirty-nine. I sat on the couch with a glass of scotch in my hand and toasted myself silently. I thought my life would look a little different by now. Maybe I just hoped it would.
By the time my parents were thirty-nine, I was in middle school. They’d been married for more than a decade. They had things figured out.
Me? I didn’t know s**t.
My last visit to MacKellar Cove got to me. I felt torn. When I was there and with Finley, I wanted to stay there. But when I was in Niagara Falls and working and hanging out with X and McJenna, I wanted to stay there. I couldn’t split my time or my life, which meant eventually I was going to have to choose.
Mack sent me paint colors to choose for the rest of the house. He finished the main spaces and was getting ready to move to the other
