Wound we don’t look at

Alexander’s POV

I’m parked right in front of the park—the same one where I’ve been secretly meeting up with Scarlett and Sterling. It’s quiet from the outside, but I already know what’s inside. That familiar mix of chaos and laughter, of kids running wild while parents pretend to keep up.

I grip the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles white. A sigh slips out, heavy and ragged, pressing against the ache in my chest. This might be the last time. The last time I’ll sit here, waiting for a glimpse of them.

It’s not going to be easy.

How can I just stop seeing them?

This is a tough one, Alexander. But if the situation calls for it… then I have to. I have to stop sneaking around and start doing things right.

Which means facing Isabel.

And I don’t even know how to begin that. I’m the last person she wants to see—much less talk to. But if that’s the only way to be with my children again, then I have to go through her. I need to find my way back.

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