RIVER

Ashley pulled off the covers on a red convertible. The kind that would make people stare as you sped past them.

“Got this in the divorce, and I hate driving.” She was grinning from ear to ear, and I couldn’t help but wonder if the divorce had affected her in any way. She seemed to be too comfortable with it.

She pulled out of the driveway with Taylor standing on the porch with a tray of breakfast buns in hand. I wave until we are out of sight.

“First stop, shopping!” She ...