VOLUME 3: GOALIE
There she is.
Looking at her, I can hardly breathe. She's beautiful. Gorgeous, actually. Long dark hair. Shapely legs that go for miles. Killer rack.
Much more glam than my "mom" bod. I shouldn't be so critical of myself. I've had three kids in the last five years, and Theo is only a few months old. But it's hard looking at her, knowing I'll never have that body again. Is this why my husband strayed?
No. I don't know that for sure. Maybe he really is just tying one on with the guys like he claims.
But I've heard the talk. I know the rumors. And she has the answers I need. I just have to have the courage to ask for them.
Ringing my hands together, I take a deep breath and approach her.
"Hi."
Tiffany looks up at me with surprise. Usually the only one to talk to her
