Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Two. Cal, and Mabel.
The pain of Mabel’s past had come off her in waves, until she finally cried herself out, and fell asleep on my stomach. Is it possible for your heart to break in two for somebody else’s pain who is not your kid? Yes, it is, because that is exactly what I am feeling now. I had meant what I said. I hate living separately. It may only be a couple of months since meeting Mabel, but she is a part of me and the kids now. We are a unit, and I have never been so happy in my damned life. Both of us have been broken in different ways. Me, at the death of my parents when a teenager, then when Samantha did her s**t, and rejected the kids. Yet both of us are survivors, and it is that trauma, although different that we have battled through, that has,
