A week passed. Then two. Somehow a month went by, and Farrah only knew it because she opened her door one afternoon to find three children dressed in costumes. She had no idea it was Halloween, or where October had gone.
She went to work at the botanical boutique early in the morning, because she couldn’t sleep. So she left earlier in the day. She told herself it wasn’t because she didn’t want to run into Darren, but she knew it was a lie.
And she hated that she was lying to herself. Knew that without being one-hundred percent truthful, she wouldn’t be able to make the recovery necessary. Her mistakes in LA had taught her that much, at least.
She’d gotten the yard ready for winter, so when the first freezing rains and then snows descended on Island Park, she had nothing to do but watch
