ourthouse, the bone-deep chill wasn' t just from the freak Texas snow; it was the cold truth of his disdain. He
c cancer and an ultrasound photo showing I was ten weeks pregnant. He never came home to find them. Inste
dying, pregnant, and abandoned by the man who promised forever. I burned my
his out, make it messy, expose him. If he wanted his freedom, he' d have to come home. He' d have to spend ou