Ryan's POV
Watching over her had been my favorite thing to do at one point, until I messed things up.
The love we had and shared, the family we were supposed to have, I threw that away. While I watched her chest as it rose gently, I leaned closer to her face, stroking the sides that fell off it before pushing it gently behind her ear.
She sneered, brows crested like she had dozens of thoughts running through her mind. My hands held midair when I noticed her wrist, had a tattoo, a closer glance and my heart twisted.
Our kids' birthdate was on her wrist. I tried to swallow, but the lump just wouldn't bulge. Has she gone through so much? Without me? Has it been tough for them to live? Without me in her life?
Did she crave me? Because even when she was tired of being strong, she had
