Scar’s POV
I had expected to come home and find her waiting for me, but the house was empty, the silence pressing in harder than any noise ever could. I hadn’t been able to find Morgan today, though someone at the club told me where she’d been spotted, and tomorrow Ace and I were going on a little hunt to track her down. The thought of telling Rachel any of this made my chest tighten. I needed to tell her that I was sick. I needed to tell her the truth about her father’s death. I had married her, and I wanted her, wanted to knock her up, wanted a future I wasn’t even sure I deserved anymore.
A few years ago, Morgan had come to me with tears in her eyes, telling me her husband beat her and her daughter, telling me he had threatened to kill them both. She showed me bruises, told me he had
