Brain Development EnterprisesChapter 3
Barbara was gone by the time I’d showered, dried off and come back downstairs. She’d left a note on the kitchen counter: Headed out for a workout and then to stop by the office. See you this afternoon, darling. XOXO There was little heart at the end of the note, an unexpected and surprising gesture of affection. Or maybe, I thought as I rolled up the piece of paper and tapped it thoughtfully against my chin, not so surprising after all... I was starting to realize that whatever these...