Chapter 68

My anger fully sizzles away to nothing at all when faced with sheer fury and what to others would look like irredeemable hatred. I know I have a chance, a glimmer of hope to talk her down and around and maybe a chance at fixing some of my mistakes. I know her, I know what I see.

“It does when I can’t stop thinking about you, can’t stop missing you. I just need to know Sophie if I blew it… if I’m too late?” I lock my focus on that beautiful face, seeing the tears well in her eyes, the stubborn jut of that chin and all the little tells that the Sophie wall is fully functioning and up around her on all sides. She’s seething, throwing me her strongest hostile, ‘I hate you’ vibes, which can only mean my baby’s in real pain, and she might still care about me too. If she had moved on, I wouldn’t be able to wound her anymore, no matter what I was saying to her. Not like this, to this depth.

“Don’t you fucking dare! You don’t have a right to do this to me again… To say this to me