It was the walks she couldn’t forgive, she thought, hand wavering while she was dragging bristles along the baseboard. At a bleak time in her life, those rambles through the woods had saved her sanity. Yet the whole time, Matt was a double agent. He could, as she’d said, have ended her doubts over Joe there and then. But he held it back, made a fool of her. God, she’d even told him about her short-lived bout of misery-promiscuity in her teens. That was how much she’d trusted McKenzie.
