The day was over, finally. Aimee felt like the last three hours just dragged. All she wanted to do was get home to a hot shower and perhaps hitting the Jacuzzi. Hopefully, no one else had the same idea and she could have the whole place to herself. She needed the retreat, although she wasn't sure why. She just felt anxious. It was weird. A knot in her stomach kept getting pulled tighter and tighter, and it felt as if it was about to snap, leaving her with a nasty mess to clean up. She had enough messes, lately.
She was still confused by Karla's generosity with the tickets. Part of her wanted to take her sister at face value and think she really did want bygones to be bygones. Yet, then there was yesterday when Karla said she was ready to screw the rules and go with the flow, only to wear
