Westley walked in the front door to the cabin they were using as our hideaway with a smile stretched across his face. I used to love seeing him wear that look, but now I wanted to wipe it off with one of my fists.

I paused, holding everything, including my breath, and waited. Westley got his feet into the cabin and the door shut behind him with no one else entering the premises. Frankie was not with him. They didn’t have some stupid male argument on the side of the road, ...