CHAPTER 13

          Regina stared at the cabin she had completely forgotten existed. The last time she’d been this far from the house, shoulder-high weeds had curbed any exploration. But the adult Damien had been hard at work on the little cabin Iris had ordered built for him when he was a teenager.

          The immediate vicinity had been freshly cleared and lengths of unfinished two-by-fours had been used to replace the sagging porch. Old-school rock blared from inside. As she came around the corner, she saw a brand-new AC unit blocking the side window.

          So, this was what was holding Damien’s attention the past few days. Regina had been avoiding her husband, and memories of that embarrassing confrontation in the bar, for almost a week.

          Nights had been even more