Thirty-One
Ridge
My shoulders were tense and my disposition was one hundred percent asshole.
Coming home did not bring out the best in me.
I was braced and ready for a fight. Maybe I shouldn’t be, maybe Wes was right and our mother would be the picture of welcome and acceptance. Ha! Yeah, right, and maybe that squirrel climbing the tree in our front yard would suddenly pop up on two legs and offer me coffee.
Could happen.
I tried to offer Karrie a smile of encouragement, but was sure it came out more like a grimace when she simply blinked at me in response.
“Ready?” I asked her. When she nodded I said, “Just let me do the talking.”
We left our bags in the car, we had people who’d get them later, and I let Wes lead us into the house. Susan would actually be happy to see him, so I fi
