Janey pulled in the salty air, wishing it didn’t hold the scent of her childhood. A burning rage existed inside her that she needed to scream out. Sometimes she needed to hit something really hard to get the fury out of her system.
Nantucket had no Crossfit gym, and no punching bag, and while Janey had brought her workout clothes, she hadn’t sought out a gym or a yoga class. Heck, she could’ve taken a walk along the beach just to get some exercise in.
Because she hadn’t done much more than sift through junk and fight her irritation for the past week, she couldn’t run for long.
Her lungs burned and she finally fell into a fast walk, her breath panting in and out.
“A hotel,” she said, the words exploding from her. “How in the wide universe of possibilities did Mom buy a hotel?”
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