“It’s good you had someone like Sissy. Love is sometimes a rare commodity. Especially in childhood and the teen years.”
Shaun turned to look at Fiona. There was wariness there, and a hint of jealously. He didn’t want her to be wary. He wanted her to trust him. Could he protect her enough to earn that trust?
“What Sissy and I had didn’t change as we matured. She loved me because I was there for her, because we were friends first. She thought we would get married, have kids, and live happily ever after.” He set his beer on the side table and added more wood to the fire. The flames rose and warmth filled the living room. He straightened, then turned to look at Fiona. She deserved to know the whole story.
“We hadn’t been together for several months before my dad died. A few days afterwards,
