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Meg
I tried to act tough, but deep down I was just as afraid and alone as anyone was––probably more so. I sat on my bike for a long time after I cut the engine just staring at Levi’s rigid back. It was tempting to flee, but this altercation had been a long time coming. It was past time for me to tell him the truth.
After I removed my helmet, I flipped my head over and shook my hair out. It was more of a habit than any concern over how I looked. Levi had never been concerned about such trivial things as outer beauty anyway. It was one of the things I loved most about him.
Levi had to have heard my motorcycle, but he hadn’t budged. He was obviously beyond pissed, and he had every right to be.
I had kept his child a secret from him. Looking back on it now, I could see that had been an
