The house is empty—dark and silent by the time I get out of the shower—which is for the best. The last thing I want is my son questioning me. How would I even explain myself to Alden when I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing? Meeting people online is dangerous but . . . how else am I supposed to meet people when my whole life consists of work and home? As if my pathetic social life doesn’t make it hard enough to meet people, I live in the middle of nowhere. If Alden was meeting some guy he didn’t…