For all the years she’d worked construction, Mia had never dreaded going to work. The job had always been her salvation. A place she could go and face problems that she could actually solve with her own two hands. But in the wake of her big reveal to Brax, she considered calling in sick. She felt like warmed-over death, more from lack of sleep and too many tears than the bourbon. Last night was an end of… something. There was relief in unburdening herself of the secret she’d carried most of her life. But it was a cold comfort. At this stage, it probably changed nothing.
She’d lied to him for years. Her reasons felt valid to her, but he might not feel the same. He was her husband. He’d been her best friend. The man who was supposed to be her partner in all things. And she’d shut him out. H
