TARA
We took a ride back home, and I could say that I'd never been as hurt, confused, and afraid all at the same time before as I was now. In the thousands of seconds that it took for us to make it back, I fought the urge to cry thousands of times, but I couldn't. Not in front of Nadia. I couldn't bear the thought of scaring her like that, but I also couldn't stop thinking about it.
‘Dad's not home. He's out with Mom. Kayla Graham.'
Aidan was a father. To someone other than Nadia.
And Aidan was a husband. To someone else who wasn't me.
Could there have been a misunderstanding somewhere?
None of it made any sense, but I still remembered the odd sense of familiarity I felt when the teenager showed up, telling me somewhere deep inside me that this held some real bitter tru
