Chapter 14

One year after the night I walked out of that ballroom, I stood on the back terrace of the Whitlock estate and watched the sun come up over the water. Gold spilled across the waves. Across the lawn. Across the little sailboat tied to the dock with a name freshly painted on its side. SECOND CHANCE. Behind me, through the open French doors, the house was already awake. "Grandma Diane, NO. You have to put the sprinkles on AFTER the frosting. Everyone knows that." "You're absolutely right, sweetheart....