Simon Says Mommy
She should have realized her perfect little sister would one day grow up to be the perfect little newly wedded wife, with the perfect house in the country, the perfect brand-new car in the driveway. It was all so…
"Perfect," she whispered to herself. Megan Rose curled her fingers around the steering wheel, the split leather duct-taped together and sticky beneath her palms.
Growing up, she and Jenn had rarely seen eye to eye on things, mostly because Jenn was a thinker and Megan was a doer and doers generally acted first and thought things through later, thereby regularly ticking the thinkers off.
Megan sagged in the seat and went over the speech in her head, the one she'd spent the past eight hours practicing, when all she longed to do was leave. And why not? Hell hadn't frozen over and yet here she was in Beauty, Tennessee, begging her goody-two-shoes little sister for help. This would never work.
Unbidden, she glanced beside her at a portion of the accumulated remainder of her life. Packed in a small, single suitcase and duffel, her clothes were piled in the passenger seat, the trunk full of boxes. Behind her, a pillow and blanket were tossed ha ... read full excerpt from: Simon Says Mommy ebook
