Mom (7 missed messages).
Irene (3 missed messages).
Stella (3 missed messages).
What in the heck?
Why are my sisters and my mother freaking out?
Immediately, I think the worst.
Something happened to Dad. Or Gramps.
I panic and open the first text.
And then, I immediately regret it.
Mom
Hadley, we need to talk. I’ve been thinking about your situation and I’m very concerned.
My situation? Oh. She means my single relationship status.
Because, of course, she does.
I roll my eyes and I keep on scrolling through her messages.
Mom
You can’t just run away to some small town and expect your life to magically improve. Your sisters and I have been discussing things, and we’ve decided it’s time for an intervention.
I let out a sharp, humorless laugh.
“An intervention?” I whisper.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
But it gets worse.
Of course it does.
Mom
We’re coming to Maverick Point today.
My stomach drops.
No.
No, no, no.
Mom, you are not—but before I finish the thought, I keep reading.
And that’s when I see his name.
Judd the Dud.
Mom
