She’d told herself it was because she’d become a mom just when her friends were starting careers and moving away. They were still single and dating, and she was caring for a baby. Of course they’d grown apart. But that had only been the beginning of it. Because then Johnny had screwed up. That’s what he’d called it. “Screwing up.” But he’d really screwed in, right into a little redhead he’d met at the gym. That was when women had become competition instead of allies. And now Veronica was just . . . lonely.
