Markus almost lost his nerve three times.
The first time was when he left the pack house.
The second time was when he arrived outside Felicia’s home.
The third time was when she opened the door.
That was the closest he came to turning around and leaving.
Not because he was afraid of her.
Because he was afraid of the truth.
Afraid of hearing her say there was no chance.
Afraid of hearing that the damage was too deep.
Afraid that after everything, he was simply too late.
Felicia stood in the doorway looking surprised to see him.
The children were spending the night with friends after a school event, which meant for the first time in a long time, she was alone.
The timing wasn’t accidental.
Markus knew if he was ever going to have this conversation, it had to be now.
Without int
