Mav disappeared before I could ever tell him about the child I carried. I’ve had years to get over him, and I’ve tried. But the second I see him again my heart lurches and it’s like all that time evaporates. I still burn for him, even though I know it’s a bad idea.
I try to remind myself about the bad things: his possessiveness, his quick temper...but he’s different now. More mature.
Protective. Settled. And hiding something.
Something bigger than the child we share.