Winter Hart
I rubbed my lower belly as I watched Jake leave. "It would be nice if you let momma eat," I sighed.
My phone rang as I made another cup of tea and nibbled on a piece of toast. Mr. Cole flashed on the screen.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Winter, my dear. How are you doing?"
"I'm alright, sir."
"I wanted to apologize for Tristan's behaviour."
"Oh?" How the hell did he know about that? Did Tristan tell him?
"I don't want to make excuses for him. Even though he's my son, I will never understand why he did what he did. It's been rough since finding out about the loss of his child."
I gasped, "What?" I sat down at the counter.
"I know he hurt you, Winter."
"I would never wish that on anyone. I know it must be hard, but that doesn't excuse what he did to me." The memory of him sti
