Chapter 3

"That bitch!" I scoffed, feeling insulted. I threw my phone into the passenger seat of the car before gunning out of the parking spot and speeding towards the one place that felt more like home than my own growing up.

Pulling into the driveway I got out and made a beeline for the front door. Shoving it open, I wasn't shocked to find it unlocked. They did live in a gated community I reminded myself.

"Hey T!" Brock called from the living room where the rest of his little juvenile football gang was hanging out and watching some sports show - also not a surprise. This house has been the catch-all for children since Evan and Ellie were old enough to have play dates. People just seemed to naturally gravitate towards our family - we definitely knew how to have a good time.

"Where's your mom?" I asked over my shoulder while checking in her sunroom only to come up empty-handed.