CHAPTER 10

Two and a half years. I couldn’t even fantasize what I had missed because of her.

Leah wrapped her arms around me from behind and laid her cheek against my back. I turned and crushed her in my arms. She rubbed her hands up my back and let me cry into her.

I was right.

Chloe was unforgivable.

My vision was blurred. My head pounded with emotion and a hangover, and I rubbed my temples in a vain attempt to ease it. Titus walked in the room with a glass of cold water and Paractemol, and I took them, throwing the tablets to the back of my throat before drinking the whole glass.

“Thanks,” I croaked.

“No problem. Mom wants to know how you are, but I won’t insult you by asking.” He smirked.

I laughed bitterly and leaned back against the bed. “The fuck do I do, Titus? Two and a half years and she shows up in town, with my kid. Did she think I wouldn’t find out?”

“She was hoping you wouldn’t,” Leah said softly from the doorway.

“Did you know?” Titus snapped. “I swear to God, Leah . . .”

“No!” sh