Billy
Celeste stared at me, confusion written across her face.
I needed to talk to her.
The problem was, I had no idea if she would listen.
And honestly?
I couldn’t blame her if she didn’t.
I’d already failed her once.
I’d abandoned her as a baby.
Then, years later, she’d somehow found it in herself to give me another chance.
One chance.
She’d made that perfectly clear when we’d spoken on Christmas Day.
I’d promised her I’d be there.
I’d promised I’d make an effort.
And then I’d blown it.
Spectacularly.
The more I thought about it, the worse I felt.
If I looked at things through Celeste’s eyes, the truth was painfully obvious.
She’d given me a chance despite everything I’d done to her and her mother.
And what had I done with that chance?
I’d abandoned her all over again.
