Series: Webs We Weave Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 635(@200wpm)___ 508(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 635(@200wpm)___ 508(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Who the hell did she hire? A freaking prestigious marriage counselor? I cast a glance back at the exit, hoping to see Jake.
No sign of the Koning boy.
Great.
I face forward again, and as two women rise from chairs like larger-than-life figures, my soul leaves my body.
I recognize her honey-blonde hair first. With the fire behind her, she looks ready to take the whole town by storm. Mustard-yellow blazer, matching flared pants, white blouse, and small gold hoop earrings—she could have so easily stepped out of a magazine.
But so could the woman next to her, encased with the same powerful wealth.
White turtleneck, off-white slacks, tortoise glasses, and a fancy taupe leather belt. Her brown hair is tucked behind her ears and flows pin-straight down her back.
Addison.
And my mom, her blonde hair perfectly curled in loose waves, ones I used to run my fingers through as a little girl.
Self-preservation wipes my face of all emotion, even though I know them.
My mom’s radiant, charming smile and dazzling brown eyes dance over me. “Phoebe, is it?”
When Stella introduces them as the professionals, her voice fades like an echo in a tunnel.
They finally found us. I can’t move as I stare deeply at the two women I trusted, I loved—I still sort of love. Thoughts crash against me in searing waves.
Why didn’t you warn us you’d be here?
Why didn’t you loop us into what you’re doing now?
Am I really your daughter?
Did you kidnap all of us?
How can I ever believe anything you say?
Hi, Mom.
“Yes, it’s Phoebe,” I say softly. “Phoebe Smith.”