Des
You’re not going to give up on this, are you?
Sof
Nope.
Mer
Okay. I’m in. I’ll do it!
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
MEREDITH
Day three since Josef left.
Sof
Does anyone know if your starter is supposed to smell like bananas?
Des
Yeah, I read that’s normal. Mine smells like feet.
Sof
That is so gross.
Mer
Mine doesn’t smell like anything. But let’s keep trying, ladies!
The promise of homemade carbs was a poor substitute for my man. I was making a mess out of our kitchen. Wasting flour by the pound. And I was pretty sure the housekeeper was a second away from quitting.
God, I missed my husband.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
MEREDITH
Day six since Josef left.
My phone buzzed as I rode the elevator up to the condo with Mario, and I cringed.
Every day since Josef left, my bodyguard escorted me to and from work, insisting on door-to-door delivery.
I felt a little bit like a parcel, but I understood.
Josef was a powerful man. He had powerful connections. And powerful enemies.
It had been a while, but I wasn’t a stranger to that kind of life.
After all, the only reason I met Josef was because my stepfather had similar enemies.
Ugh.
I hated thinking about him. Franklin Gray. That fucking monster.