Alice pressed her back into the door, commanding herself not to open it again. Not to run to the window and watch the car roll out of her driveway. She’d been dropping Westin off at her mom’s for years. Then school. He went to birthday parties and out to lunch with his grandfather. He knew how to survive without her. And heaven help Hunter if he got the boy talking, because sometimes Westin never stopped.
A smile touched her lips, quickly replaced by a sob. She’d cried most of the night, and she deserved the agony wrecking her insides.
She really should’ve told Hunter about his son. So many things might have been different if she had.
“You can’t change the past,” she muttered to herself as she marched down the hall to shower. She hadn’t told him originally about the pregnancy, because u
