Ex-Husband's Regret
And yet, my actions keep proving otherwise.
“Don’t start with me, Gun,” I growl, my tone low and clipped.
“Or what, Noah?” His voice hardens, the faint edge of anger lacing through it. “Look around you. Everyone here cares about her.”
I scan the room. He’s right. You can see it on their faces. They care deeply for her, every single one of them. Except for her mother, the rest aren't blood related, but all of them look like they’re waiting for the world to start spinning again.