“How do you expect a woman who just found her dead husband to sound? She was a mess. I could barely understand what she was saying.”

I wasn’t sure if I had aced my little interrogation, or what all of this meant for Mackenzie. Was she in trouble? Every call I made went straight to voicemail. All I wanted to do was open a bottle of vodka, pop a pill, and tuck today away forever.

It had been a shit-show of a day, with Tony leaving this morning in an angry huff after I confessed to spiking his drink—only a little bit, I tried to explain, just enough to loosen him up. I had a right to him, if you ask me. I was still technically his wife, after all, so I felt I was due. He disagreed completely, but I didn’t give a shit. The man had torn my heart in half when he refused to give me another chance, instead professing his love for a chick he hardly knew.

On top of lying to an officer of the law and pissing my soon-to-be ex-husband off, I fell into another Workout Wonder scheduling nightmare, courtesy of Robin. She had managed to find time to schedule Ricky’s workout on the day I already had Samantha’s session booked, so I had to call both clients and straighten it out because God knows what further damage Robin would do if I left it up to her. As I shut the car door behind me and headed up her walkway, I had already decided I wouldn’t tell her any of this. The poor woman had enough burdens to carry.

Didn’t we all, though?

My breaking point was another email threat from Asshole Irving, this time via his lawyer. Add to all this the withdrawal ravaging my body, giving me spasms and headaches and chills and nausea, and I felt like I was in the ninth circle of hell. God only knows what the detective thought when he saw me—a sweaty, shaky, paranoid slob. I guaranteed he’d be investigating me further . . . most likely on drug charges.

I had been stuck on this merry-go-round too long, seeing the same sights pass by in a blur. Round and round I went, never going anywhere, never feeling anything but sick. It was time to hop off the ride. My life as I recognized it would officially be over today. But I had forged my own fate. Dug my own grave. My bad choices had led me here, to Robin’s front door, and it was time to spring-clean my attic of secrets.