Clarabell's POV
Time slipped away, morphing seconds into minutes, minutes into hours, and hours into days. Life had finally settled into a comfortable routine.
I'd taken on the task of managing Ron's business dealings with his ex-wife, and Clarabell was thriving in her relationship with her mate.
But as I opened the refrigerator door, my gaze landed on a glaring absence: mint-flavored ice cream. The craving was sudden and intense.
I grabbed my purse and started getting ready to head out to the grocery store, determined to restock our supply and satisfy my sweet tooth.
As I prepared to head out, I slipped into something casual and comfortable. But the simple act of changing clothes transported me back to a time when Ron's opinions held more sway over me than my instincts.
I recalled t
