“You need help accepting what you did. I never used to cotton to those psychotherapist mumbo jumbo, but after your mother left, Gran invited one to the ranch to stay with us. She helped you guys,too.”
“I don’t remember going to any therapist,” Linx muttered, shaking herhead.
“The nanny who helped with the babies, Miss Sharon was a licensed child psychologist. All of you were hurting. You’re still hurting, more than the others. You were always the wildone.”
“Whatever happened to her?” Linx walked alongside her father back into the ranch house. “She was like a ray of sunshine, always happy and playing games withus.”
“She got married and moved away, but unfortunately, her husband died earlier this year. When Todd told me you were seeing Grady on the sly, and how you loved and hated him at the same time, I wrote to her and asked her to come for a visit. Will you let her helpyou?”
“I’m not lying on a couch.” Linx stopped in front of the front door. “And I hate talking aboutmyself.”
“Then talk about Grady and Jessie.” Father opened the door and they stepped into the house. “Or Cedar or Ginger. Or what makes youhappy.”
Sharon looked up from the couch where she was working on her laptop, and a smile crinkled hereyes.
She was older than Linx remembered, but it had been twenty years since she helped out around theranch.
Linx rushed to the woman who’d helped Father and Gran and threw her arms aroundher.
“Linx, you’re more beautiful than your father described.” Sharon gave her a warm, tight hug and leaned back, beaming at her. “And sotall.”
“Dad brought you here for me?” Linx’s heart was flooded with warmth, and she turned to her father, throwing her arms around him. “Thank you, Dad. I’m so tired of hurting. So tired of fighting. Of running, and ofhating.”
