Trace “Suits you.” “Hey, Will.” Willow has been trying to have more and more conversations with me these past couple of weeks. I wronged that girl in ways I can never make up for. I don’t deserve her friendship, and I don’t deserve her forgiveness. However, she gave me both without asking for anything in return. She’s a fantastic woman, and I’m glad she’s finally happy. I watch Willow climb onto the seat beside me, the one little Ava just vacated. She smiles at me. “You okay, sweetheart?” “I will be. I have to be. I need to be; this little girl needs me.” “She really does, Trace. I know she has Roman, and that’s wonderful. Hell, she has all of us, but Fallon is your girl and this little one,” Ava giggles at Willow as she strokes her little cheek with her finger. “She’s Fallon’s baby

