Alex slammed the door behind her and stomped up to her bedroom. She should never have gotten so close to the women of Winter House, she should never have gotten involved with Logan. The woman was light, pure f*****g light, and she was, not. She was a disease that took over everyone and everything she got close to. Had she not learned her lesson with Marge?
Marge, they’d met at the grocery store. Then they’d gone out for a drink, and then dinner and then bed. They’d fallen quickly and deeply, or at least she had. She’d told Marge everything, let her into her deepest, darkest fears and memories. A year after they’d gotten together, for their anniversary, she’d made dinner, bought flowers and candles, and a ring. Marge had laughed at her, told her that no woman would ever consider her marri
