Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty The wind blew a salty breeze through the open kitchen doors. Even though I hated our beach house in Malibu, the one thing I loved was the smell. Salt and the coconut scent of tanning lotion lingered in every room, on every surface. I took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma, exhaling the bad memories. Beth strutted into the kitchen, unloading canvas bags from her arms onto the wood table. Shelby followed behind with even more purchases. So much for being on a budget. “We went to the farmers market,” Beth said. “There wasn’t much there but I bought some organic vegetables. You can cook them up for dinner tonight.” Lucky me. “Where’s Dad?” “He’s bringing in his bags.” Beth ripped open a bag of Pirate’s Booty and started to munch. “You should see the painting he bought,” Sh
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