Oh, s**t. I pace back and forth behind the couch, my thoughts spinning like a whirlwind. I run a hand through my hair, berating myself for my own stupidity. Why do I have to be so thick-headed and insensitive sometimes? The signs were there, blatant as day, that she had been through hell, that she'd suffered abuse and perhaps worse.
Why, then, did I have to growl at her, as if I were angry at her for having a child? For heaven's sake, I have a child of my own! I knew there was a high likelihood she might be married; you can't expect a woman like her to be single. She's absolutely stunning. I'm not entirely certain of her marital status now, but from what I've observed so far, it seems she's out of that previous relationship, and I'm glad about that. I'd happily confront the man who did th
