The words echoed in my head as I left the prison, the cold wind outside doing nothing to cool the fire of pain inside me. I climbed into my pickup, firing the engine to life. As I drove away into the night, the only thing that kept me going, was the promise that I had made to myself—to keep fighting for Crow, even if it meant letting him go.
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Weeks later, I stared at the pregnancy test, the stark white stick with two pink lines glaring up at me. was pregnant. With Crow's child. The man I had promised to fight for, to wait for. The man whose name was now synonymous with heartache and loss.
"What the f**k?" I murmured to myself, the words echoing off the tiles. It seemed so unreal, so impossible. But the proof was right there, in my trembling hands. I had followed his orders, tried to l
