made a connection? The love of gossip was one thing, but it
was a leap to say she preferred women just because she stayed
at a friend’s house, one who also happened to be a lesbian.
She thought there would be room for her to grow in her
marriage and have new experiences. She’d never had a
relationship in the past. She was artsy, young, bouncing from
experience to experience. She’d slept with both men and
women. She was doing what young people did. She had lived
in LA. It wasn’t like that sort of thing was frowned upon. She
hadn’t been raised in a strict home with parents who had
steadfast morals. She’d been brought up by an acholic mother
who was too drunk to know where she was half the time and
didn’t actually care in her sober moments either. Adalynn had
been more the mother than the child.
Adalynn reached for the carrot stick she hadn’t eaten and
nibbled at it, even though it was dry and virtually tasteless.
She had so many regrets about the past, but that couldn’t be
changed. She’d done what she had done, and she couldn’t
undo it. She was thirty-one, which was still young. She had
her whole life to be who she wanted to be.
Could she do it? Could she stand up to the media, to all the
people who would demand answers, to the many, many people
who would be furious and outright hate her if she came out
after being married for ten years to a man who people adored?
Fuck.
Despite her morose thoughts and the brutal clench of
anxiety in her belly, she found herself reaching for her bag and
digging out her phone. How many agencies could there be in
Vegas?
Lots. Far too many for you to find her, Adalynn’s inner voice taunted her, but after a glance over her shoulder to