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wondering what kind of lifelong impacts she would have. Thankfully, thus far, she seems to be a pretty normal child, minus a couple minor delays for her given age. All to be expected with a preemie.
    “Don’t forget we have Skype interviews this afternoon to fill my position finally.” I remind Levi. All this time later I am finally and very reluctantly giving up a little control of White-Woods Global, the company James gave me so long ago. I never thought I would be able to give up that power and just watch from afar, but the time has come. “And maybe if you are really lucky… I’ll have my way with you. These fuckin’ hormones are driving me crazy!” I grab his dick as I walk by and giggle to myself. I love getting him all hot and bothered just before I leave. It keeps him wanting me for the duration I am gone. I give it twenty minutes before I get a dick pic of some type. Or some kind of sext.
    “I’ll be back later on.” I stroll to the car and pull down our gravel driveway onto the country road that empties out into the middle of Woodstock. Going back to the city just wasn’t an option for me. The life we had before is over. Gone. The fast paced city drove me to my break. I needed to start over. Live a quieter existence. At least that is what I told myself and everyone around me.
    I could micromanage everything I needed to right from my home office. Yeah, if you asked me a couple years ago about CEO Moms who work from home, I would have offered up a couple swift cunt punches about all that Lean In bullshit. No, you can’t have it all… blah blah blah. But now, I guess life changed my opinions on a lot of shit.
    As much as I hate this town because of everything it brought me as a child, it is the place I need to stay so I can heal. Become whole again. Recover and raise my family. Get life right. This town broke me and now it would put me back together. With the help of Levi, and Marley.
    Star and I will create a new generation of Woodstock with our own families. A better generation full of colorful children we will actually take care of. Love unconditionally and make them know they are worth something more than we ever thought we could be. Be the change in the cycle we both desperately need.
    I snap out of my head when I pull into the small office parking lot and sit down to dive into my weekly therapy session I fucking hate.

    “Seven, this week I want you to discuss your relationship with Levi.” my therapist, Brooke, says across the room. I sit in the plush black leather chair and trace the lines caused by decades of wear.
    “What about it?” I ask with my typical flippant behavior with a shrug of my shoulders. Of course I know she wants to talk about our backstory. How we met, and why we ended up where we are today. Our life together now. Everything that deals with my marriage. And of course the giant shit-storm we went through in the last few months. Divorce talks and the fighting. Fuck, I hated the fighting.
    “Well, Seven, since you are going to play coy, today we are going to talk about the paparazzi storm that started months ago. We will go from there. I know you are holding a lot of stress from this and in your delicate state, that isn’t healthy.” Brooke looks straight through me. I could talk with her all day long and she would still be able to read me better than anyone in my life. I guess that’s her job, but I kinda hate it.
    “Well, I’ve gone through a lot since I went into that facility .” A word I use to refer to the nut house everyone stuck me in after I offed Zane. I’ve continued to use the excuse that stress from work is what sent me over the edge, but I think the constant worry of the police knocking on my door and somehow connecting me to Zane is what caused it all. Do I feel sorry about what I did? Not a fucking second. But the worry about my family is what continues to bother me. Chrome’s words of comfort and reassurance never worked. He made a mental note that if I