Chase’s POV.
I wonder what is happening. I can’t hear any raised voices, so that is a good sign.
“Daddy, why are we leaving?” Chance asks me as he decided he didn’t want to play but stay beside me. I lift him and place him on my lap, wrapping my arm around him and kiss his white-blonde curls.
“Well, baby boy, mommy needs a break. So we thought it would be nice to get away for a little while.” I say skirting around the truth.
“But we would come back, right?” He asks and I choke down the pain in my throat.
“Sure,” I say because I don’t know when or if ever but I can’t tell him that. He has been through enough, so has Shan. In fact, we have all been through enough in the last three weeks.
“There he is.” I look up and tighten my grip on Chance, seeing Kier walking towards us with a pol
