She leans into my touch, her anger dissipating though concern still clouds her eyes. “I was so afraid,” she confesses. “When I heard Kevin was gone, I thought…”
“You thought I’d crossed a line we couldn’t come back from,” I guess.
“Rowan.” I tilt her chin up, ensuring she meets my gaze. “I’m not a good man. I never will be, not in the traditional sense. But I’m trying to be a better one. For you. For our child.”
“I don’t need you to be a saint, Vince,” she says softly. “I just need to know that the man I fell in love with is still in there somewhere.”
“He is.” I press my forehead to hers. “You found him when no one else could. When he’d convinced even himself he didn’t exist anymore.”
She pulls me into a fierce hug, her pregnant belly pressing against me—a constant, physical reminder
