Rae
Loving someone with demons is hard but leaving them is harder. That's a lesson I learned roughly a decade ago when I left the love of my life. Choosing the child we made but weren't ready for over any hope for what could be. Trading in potential for reality, my dreams for motherhood and the warmth of his embrace for a lonely world.
Despite how tragic it sounds, everything turned out okay. I made peace with my decisions . . . until now. Now, I'm back in New Haven and nothing is the way it should be. The man I left behind is not the one I keep running into around town. He's steady, dependable, stable, ready to be a father to our daughter.
Hunter
I couldn't stop wanting Rachel if I tried. Not that I ever have. Tried, that is. When she left me, I wasn't mad. I didn't want her to go, but we both knew she couldn't stay. There was too much darkness. My addiction. My pain. My grief. I wasn't the man she needed or the partner she deserved. She did the right thing. But knowing that doesn't make it hurt any less.
It does, however, make me determined. To make up for every day I missed of my daughter's life. To win back the love of my life.
Contains mature themes.
