Coming back here to Myrtle Beach is bittersweet.
Bittersweet because even though this is one of the first places I remember, I’m not returning of my own free will. I want answers, and I want them now.
Thumping on my parents’ front door, I take a deep breath because s**t is about to get real. Stella has some explaining to do, and I’m not leaving here until she gives me the answers I seek. When she opens the door, however, I’m not sure if she’ll even let me into the house.
“Given your staff the day off?” I quip as she usually wouldn’t be caught dead opening the door.
She folds her arms across her chest, pursing her lips. “I see you haven’t lost this attitude. I refuse to speak to you when you’re this way.”
Tonguing my cheek, I shake my head, infuriated. “This way? Have you ever thought
