Maybe. The last week has been challenging, to say the least.
“Do you want me to go to therapy with you? I can help the doctor come up with a plan.”
“What?”
“Sometimes I think you think I’m blind. I noticed when you did it again.”
“It wasn’t as bad.” Dash started crying, and I had to leave the shower to take care of him.
“Did you tell your therapist?”
I glance down at my shoes. When Max pulled away from me, my mind went to a dark place.
“Is today going to trigger you? We don’t have to go.”
Maybe. “I can’t hide. It’ll only get worse.”
“You can talk to your therapist.”
Life feels too hard. “It might not be an issue.”
“What does that mean?”
Give her a partial truth. “All of this might have been from stress about today.”
“Why are you worrying about a party?”
Because it’s Max’s family. They’re perfect. I shrug.
“Your therapist is going to have a field day tomorrow.”
Yeah, she is. “Should I bring a few more bottles for Dash?”
“You already have six. How long do you think we’re going to be there?”
An eternity.
***
The Vincentis are a bit less discreet about their security. They want you to know their neighborhood is protected by big men with guns.
But we don’t have to keep our eyes open quite as much walking down the street with the baby in the stroller. I probably should have worn him, but I’m feeling just a little too raw for that.
“You rethinking this choice?”Daria nudges me.
Only a million times. “No.”
“Liar.”She stops.“Did you check the address?”
“Of course I did.” What could she—That’s not a house. That’s a mansion. You know Max is rich, and his father is a Don. Why did you expect anything else?
Because they seem so normal. Maddox is rich, and he doesn’t have a mansion. Ethan has a nice-sized brownstone, according to Maddox.
Why is it even a big deal? Max has a mansion.
He’s a billionaire. He probably has several of them scattered all over the world. “This is the place.”
“It won’t be hard to find a corner to read in.”She isn’t wrong about that.
