I should have gone right to Crew. Or Dad. Instead, about twenty minutes later, I sat in a different kind of hot water, the best kind, with my chin in bubbles and the B&B none the worse for wear for my absence, mind spinning.
The two places I did my best thinking? Running and in the tub. But honestly, I just needed a little pampering right now. I'd escaped a possibly terrible fate thanks to Jared's kindness and understanding. And thanks to the file sitting on my dresser, hopefully everything with Petunia's would get sorted out in short order. But I had suspects to consider and wasn't all that hopeful Crew wouldn't look at my dad even more carefully considering the new evidence against me generated by that piece of crap I used to live with. Or turn his attention back on me, for that matter,
