Chapter Twenty-Nine
Blake paced the front porch like a caged lion. It had been hours since the s**t had hit the fan in front of God and everyone at the diner. And not a peep from Maddie. Not that he’d expected to hear from her after what happened.
Nausea settled in the pit of his stomach every time the scene replayed in his mind. Until the day he died, he’d never forget the heartbreak on her face, or how the light dimmed out of her eyes. It cut him to the core. He kicked a rock off the porch in frustration.
The visions he’d had of Maddie with his child returned to taunt him. What sick karmic game was the universe playing? Giving him that little spark of hope only to let the wheels of fortune turn against him. His chest squeezed tighter with every heartbeat. He’d been a damned coward, an
