Chapter 45

Tory's room, one of four large bedrooms upstairs, hadn't changed since she left for college years ago. It still had the pink floral wallpaper, white-on-white dotted curtains at the two large windows, and pink and purple throw pillows on the window seat. The white-painted woodwork matched the bed, dresser, and night tables. The double doors leading into the walk-in closet still contained some of her clothes left over from high school.

Her unworn wedding dress and honeymoon suitcase had been removed from her room probably by her mother. She needed to thank her mom for doing that. Memories of choosing her dress with the help of her mother and sister flooded her.

She sat on the bed, slumped over, her arms resting on her knees, her head held in her hands. She still couldn't believe the disaster her bachelorette party had become.

She had packed up her things, loaded them into her car, and headed back to Myrtle Beach.

Enough, enough! I'm back now. I can do this.