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Chapter 203 OLLIE"I know," Jennifer said softly. "And I think—I think your papa needed to hear it from you. That you still want him. That you still love him. He's been so convinced that he was hurting you by being around that maybe he needed his son to tell him that wasn't true."We sat down on the couch in the waiting area. Jennifer got me a juice box from the break room and some crackers. I wasn't really hungry, but I ate them anyway because my stomach felt weird and empty.Other people started arriving for work. They looked at me funny—a kid in dinosaur pajamas sitting in the lobby—but nobody asked questions. Maybe Jennifer told them not to.I kept watching the door, waiting for Papa to come through it. Every time it opened, my heart jumped. But it was always someone else. A business person. A delivery guy. Not Papa."How much longer?" I asked Jennifer for the third time.She checked her watch. "Soon, sweetie. The airport is about twenty minutes away, and there's morning traffic

Chapter 205LAKE"He was leaving," I said again, my voice rising to a shrill pitch I didn't recognize. "Ramon was getting on a plane to leave the country and nobody told me? And now Ollie is out there somewhere trying to find him and—"My chest tightened. I couldn't breathe. The room started spinning."Lake, look at me," Rhodes said, gripping my shoulders. "Breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Come on."But I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. My baby was missing. My mate was leaving the country. Everything was falling apart and I couldn't breathe—"Lake!" Rhodes shook me. "Stay with me. We're going to find Ollie. But I need you to focus. Can you do that?"I forced myself to nod, even though my vision was swimming."Good," Rhodes said. He was already dialing his phone again. "Romeo, I need you to get to the airport. Now. Ramon was supposed to be on a flight to Barcelona—check departures for Navarro. Find him and don't let him get on that plane. Tell him Ollie is missi

Chapter 207RAMON I stood in Rhodes's living room, watching my entire family converge on the house like a small army mobilizing for war.Romeo's SUV screeched to a halt in the driveway first. He was out of the car before it fully stopped, his mate Sarah right behind him, their two boys scrambling to keep up. Romeo's face was thunderous as he stormed toward me."You absolute idiot," he said, and then he punched me.Not hard enough to really hurt—Romeo knew how to pull his punches when he wanted to—but hard enough to make his point. I stumbled back a step, my hand going to my jaw."Romeo!" Sarah gasped, but she didn't sound particularly upset about it."Dad, you hit Uncle Ramon!" their older son said, sounding impressed."Uncle Ramon deserved it," Romeo said flatly. "Ramon, what the hell were you thinking? Barcelona? You were actually going to get on a plane and leave?""I wasn't thinking clearly," I admitted, my jaw throbbing. "Romeo, I'm sorry. I should have—""Sorry doesn't cut it,"

Chapter 209RAMON"Lake," I said, starting toward him. "Can we talk?""I don't know if I'm ready to talk," Lake said honestly. "Ramon, I'm still—I'm still processing everything. The fact that you were actually leaving. That you didn't tell me. That Ollie had to run away and beg you to come back.""I know," I said. "And Lake, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for all of it. I was wrong. About everything.""Yeah," Lake said. "You were."We stood there, several feet apart, the distance between us feeling insurmountable."I told Ollie this morning that we were going to come see you," Lake said finally. "That space wasn't working. That we needed to talk. To figure this out together. And then I woke up and he was gone and I thought—" His voice broke. "I thought I'd lost him. That he'd been hurt or taken or killed. Do you have any idea what that felt like?""I can imagine," I said quietly."No, you can't," Lake said, his voice sharp. "Because you weren't there. You were at the airport, getting ready t

Chapter 211LAKEThe house felt both familiar and strange when we finally returned home.Ramon had insisted on cleaning up before we moved back in—the broken glass in the bathroom, the blood on the sink, the general air of abandonment that had settled over the place during our absence. He'd worked quietly, methodically, while Ollie and I sat in the living room waiting."Is Papa okay?" Ollie had asked, watching Ramon carry trash bags out to the garage."He's fine, baby," I'd said, even though I wasn't entirely sure that was true. "He's just making sure everything is clean and safe for us."Now, three weeks later, we'd settled back into something resembling our old routine. Or at least, we were trying to.Ramon had thrown himself into being present. He was home for dinner every night. He read to Ollie before bed. He asked about my day, helped with household chores, made sure we had everything we needed. He was attentive and caring and everything a good mate should be.Except he wouldn't