Carrington
Upon awakening this morning, I discovered that I was alone in bed. Oakleigh had already risen and was in the shower. The day ahead loomed over me with a sense of foreboding. We were scheduled to visit Thomas in prison, a prospect that had filled me with dread for some time. Although I understood Oakleigh's need for closure and supported her decision to face him, the thought of her confronting that man made my skin crawl.
As much as I wanted to protect her and handle her problems myself, I knew it was hypocritical. I had fallen in love with a strong, independent woman who always insisted on doing things her own way. Although her stubbornness could be frustrating at times, I couldn't help but admire her determination.
It was clear to me that I couldn't have it both ways, and d
