Katy
Eight Years Later.
My stomach churns and twists into knots whenever I think about the past. Eight years ago, I had to leave the father of my children behind. It hurt me to leave the man of my dreams, but I couldn't stay.
I remember that day so well.
After sleeping with Sky and waking up in his strong, muscular arms, I had to pee. I snuck out of bed, and somehow through the maze of his big house, I made it to the bathroom, and once I came out, his mother stood outside.
Marissa Howler.
It hadn't been a pleasant surprise to see her. Judging eyes met mine faster than lightning. Disapproval was all around, and Marissa crossed her arms over her chest, scowling at me.
It was clear Marissa didn't like me. That lady looked at me as if I were dirt and my life held less meaning than hers.
