Chapter Twenty-Eight
The sun was just breaking over the horizon when Trace pulled into the circle drive in front of the Sanchez residence. He cut the engine and heaved a sigh of relief, insides settling as if this was a homecoming and not a march to the guillotine. There were a few ways the next fifteen minutes could play out. A- Cecilia could refuse to see him, block him and cut him out of her life like a limb with gangrene. He gave himself about a fifty-fifty chance of that. B - Cecilia could hear him out, then cut him off. Chances of that? Maybe ninety-percent? His gut clenched at the thought. Again, if that was the outcome, he'd have to prove to Izzie he was worthy and then hope that Cecilia came around at some point in the future. C- Cecilia could hear him out, believe him, and they
