When news of Jean Perry’s passing reaches me, I feel a moment of selfish relief and hope that I might be able to reconcile the most consequential mistake of my life.

There’s only one problem.

Her sister.

Avery Perry.

The moment I see the way my son looks at her, I’m reminded of a past I thought long buried. There’s more to this arrangement than meets the eye and there’s only one way to learn more.

It’s time to play house.

No feelings. Just observation. And maybe a little seduction along the way.

I am a rebel, after all.