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Chapters (35)
  1. Playlist
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. The Lost Fisherman
  34. Also by Jewel E. Ann
  35. About the Author

Resting my hands on my hips, I stared up at the ceiling, the shelving above the garage door. “I don’t want your half. I don’t want anything from you ever again. The lesson was mine to learn, and I learned it. Dad was right. You’re incredibly selfish, and you don’t care about anyone but yourself.”

“Reese.”

I heard the emotion in her shaky voice, but I wasn’t going to look at her no matter how emotional she got, no matter how hurt she felt.

“Don’t talk to your mom like that.”

That demanded my attention. Fisher’s way-out-of-line comment.

I whipped around to face him. “You … you out of all people don’t get to tell me how to talk to her. If she knew the things you’ve said to me …” I shook my head, eyes narrowed, daring him to say one more word. “If she only knew …”

Fisher didn’t back down. It wasn’t his personality.

“What is she talking about?” Rory asked while Fisher and I stared down.

I was on the verge of blowing up everyone’s world, including my own. Rory would be mad at Fisher and Rose. Rose would be mad at me. Fisher would be angry with … well, I wasn’t sure. But since I was livid with all of them. I didn’t care.

“I’m out. You two figure your shit out. I’m done.” Fisher escaped into the house. Still … I couldn’t look at Rory because all I’d see was the face she made when Rose was doing those things to her in the shower.

“How long have you known that you’re gay?”

“I think my whole life.”

I grunted, shaking my head. “Yet you married Dad and had me. Why?”

“Because it’s a sin. Against God’s will. That’s what I thought at the time. That’s what you’re thinking. That’s what you’ve been brainwashed into thinking.”

“Let me rephrase.” I forced myself to look at her with her wet hair, baggy sweats, and fitted tee. “When did you stop caring? Stop caring that it’s a sin? Stopped caring about Dad? Stopped caring about our family?”

“Those are unfair questions.”

“Oh?” I canted my head. “What are fair questions?”

“Ask me when I decided to honor who I am? Ask me when I decided I could love myself and love you?”

After a few silent seconds, I rubbed my lips together and shrugged a shoulder. “Well? What are your answers to those questions?”