Felicia had spent five years holding herself together.
Five years swallowing her pain.
Five years pretending she was stronger than she felt.
Five years convincing herself that what happened no longer mattered.
She told herself she had moved on.
That the wounds had healed.
That Markus was simply a chapter of her life she had closed.
The problem was that healing and forgetting were not the same thing.
Some scars never disappeared.
They simply became easier to hide.
Until something ripped them open again.
And Markus had ripped them open the moment he returned.
For days, she had tried to stay calm.
Tried to be reasonable.
Tried to focus on her children.
But every time she looked at Kai’s angry face or heard Kade ask why his father never came, the pain inside her grew.
Every que
