The Rooster

After my marriage ended in late 2016, I started smoking cigarettes again. My second book was about to be released. I was alone with a teen and two pre-teens. In the spring of 2017, I started dating a guy who had a beach house up in Ventura County. “I found a surfing instructor for you, Bea. You’re going to learn how to surf,” I lied to my child.

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