She decided to take the north route that would take a good two hours to complete. She enjoyed her time alone...no one asking about rates for rentals, ...ow much was water, and no bosses... It was a crisp day and she was glad she wore her new black north face puffy vest. It was warm and reassuring against her blue and white plaid button up shirt... her skinny jeans were old and faded and fit her perfectly. She liked the way her cowgirl boots sounded as they crunched on the trail...Her name is. Grace was tiny and Nicholas was pretty average, maybe a little bit smaller than average. The next morning he got up at 4:30 and jogged with her down to the boathouse, it wasn’t far, maybe a mile and a half. She was nervous on the run there. She had been jogging when she was jumped. She kept on looking around. Checking behind her. That afternoon, after she was done with her classes, she caught the train over to Cambridge and met him at Harvard Square. They ate, went to the library, and then. ” He pulled me close to him, “Yes baby, that was incredible,” he replied softly. His laugh then broke the silence, “I should surprise you more with holidays if this is the thanks I receive.” I giggled in his arms, “If you think this was amazing you should wait to see what I’ve got in store for our holiday,” I smiled. We laid together, talking about our upcoming holiday, until we fell asleep in each other’s arms. Daddy went off to work as normal, but I decided to go shopping. I bought three. The bed was blocking the view of the bed room door. My mind was racing. What had just happened?“Knock!! Knock!” I stumbled to get up off the floor on the left side of the bed. I finally looked over at the bedroom door. There stood Junior’s step Mom. The trophy wife, Mrs. Vivian Cruz-Smith. My mouth dropped open when I heard her husband voice from the other side of the bed room door. “Knock! Knock! Honey I know you’re in there. I need to talk to you know. Vivian!!!!The trophy wife I had put her.