Seven o’clock on the dot, a dark compact car made its way up to the street in front of Gwen’s home. Her heart began to race as she hoped he would have forgotten or simply changed his mind-as she told herself she would not answer the door-under any circumstances. Still sitting in her pajamas while watching baby Finn sleeping in the small crib left for him in the living room, she became anxious as she could hear the sound of steps making their way to her front door. Aside from the fact that she was familiar with Deacon and his adamant persuasion, Gwen refused to acknowledge the fact he was now beginning to knock on the door. Even his knock had been distinctive as it had echoed throughout the entire home. Knowing she was home by the sound of the baby’s coos, Deacon became more obnoxious, doin
