Janey needed a stiff drink and a hot bath. She needed to figure out what to do with her life. She couldn’t believe she’d raised two children and made it to the age of forty-six and still had no idea what she wanted.
Her hand in Sean’s sure felt nice, though the mood in the cottage was definitely not nice. Tessa, her sister, just kept looking at Janey.
Looking and studying and watching.
Janey was tired of all the staring. She’d felt like everyone in the world had learned of her sudden identity crisis in the past nine days, and they were all watching her, waiting for her to c***k and break.
She hadn’t told anyone about the birth certificate that had come to her house. Not Rachel. Not her official boyfriend, Milford. Not her unofficial boyfriend, Sean. Not Tessa.
No one.
Janey was very,
