I’m not the one in the wrong here. Shawn is. She’s fighting so hard to save her marriage like she believes a “good woman” would do. Why can’t she see that she deserves better?
I’ve considered digging up Shawn’s deleted search history, so she sees his flirtatious messages to half-naked social media models. But each time I consider it, I realize that Kelly won’t budge. Especially not if Jinx is the one who gives her the information.
It’s so frustrating.
“Not everyone is like you, pumpkin,”Gran used to say.“Some miracles take a little time.”
Well, I havenothingbut time. And I’ve decided that I’m going to get Kelly to see her self-worth, no matter what.
I look up Kelly’s maiden name and find her family’s home address.
Sure, I made a promise that I’d never poke into Kelly’s privacy, but technically, her parents are a separate matter.
Based on my research, Catherine and Lucas Miller both died in an accident, but Kelly’s aunt lives about three hours away.
I grab my purse and order an Uber.
Three hours later, my Uber slows down in front of a mansion with a beautiful front porch and Victorian-style pillars. The lawn is meticulously trimmed with rose bushes blooming fragrantly. Sunlight bounces over the little garden gnomes that guard vegetables and fruits.
I knock on the door.
It opens slightly and one eyeball pokes out. “Can I help you?”
“Hi, I’m J. I’m a friend of Kelly’s.”
The one eye that I can see widens.
“She told me to meet her here?” I smile as innocently as I can.
“Kellytold you that?”
Okay. That was a long shot. I’m better at hacking into a surveillance system than inventing a cover story.
“Yeah, she told me her aunt loves…” My eyes stray to the garden. “…miniature roses, and I just so happen to be a florist. I wanted to talk to you about some new rose varieties I’ve been, uh, breeding.”
Do people breed flowers? I don’t even know.
The eyeball narrows.
I laugh nervously. “Did Kelly forget to mention me? This is so embarrassing.”
“Yeah, right.” She starts closing the door.
I jam my foot in before she can close it all the way.
She’s surprisingly strong for an old lady, and she pushes back, pinching my toes. “Get off my lawn before I call the police!”
“Ma’am, I swear I’m a friend of Kelly’s. She’s going through a tough time right now. I just want to understand her a bit more to see how I can help.”
“You can’t help Kelly. You scammer!”
“Scammer?” We don’t know each other, sure, but there’s no need to call me a scammer.
“Look.” I grunt to keep the door open. “I’ll trade a secret for your time. The thing is Kelly’s going through a divorce?—”
“Kelly’s dead!”
My jaw drops. “W-what?”
