Saturday
Through the bedroom window, Aislen could see that Rhett had the fire going again and that Cameron was lighting the barbeque. They laughed between them as they made coffee and began to cook bacon and eggs. Heath passed the window on his way to join them and made a lewd gesture that Aislen was sure referred to her.
She swallowed hard, a raw feeling of shame lodged in her esophagus, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. She looked down at her painting of Rhett and art supplies. She wanted to tear it into pieces, a rage building within her so fierce that it wanted physical expression.
Instead, she got dressed and sat down to continue working on it, ignoring her hunger and her craving for coffee, and opened one of the bottles of water in the room. She didn’t want to go out with the
