One relentless best friend.
A singles’ retreat in the middle of nowhere,
one my future ex-husband decides to attend.
What could go wrong?
Note to self: When your best friend of twenty years shows up at your door and tells you to pack, run. It’s an ambush, not your annual girls’ trip.
I wasn’t fast enough, so here I am. At a seven-day singles’ retreat in Vail, Colorado, 1,011 miles away from home and my comfort zone.