Chapter 7When Quinn had finally dropped Charlie off at the diner, he’d gone back to his trailer. He’d sat on his couch for hours, his mind whirring with possibilities, with questions, with…guilt.
He had a kid. Well, no. He didn’t have a kid, Charlie had a kid. But at the same time, Quinn also had a kid. Because while they’d still been kids themselves, they’d f****d up. She’d let go of her dreams to take care of the person they’d accidentally made and…and Quinn didn’t know what to feel.
So eventually, when he was itching for a joint or something stronger so badly he could taste it, he went and took a shower. Then he redressed and decided that going for a walk might help him…think more?
Somehow, he’d found himself in front of Aaron’s door and now here they were.
When Aaron had called the
