JADEN.
The moment I walked into that room and saw him awake, sitting up, blinking at the doorway like he’d been waiting for someone, something in me f*****g cracked.
The anger I carried all the way through the hospital hall evaporated on impact.
The kid...
Jesus Christ.
He looked exactly like me.
Same face. Same jaw. Same stubborn line of the mouth.
It was like staring at a small, fragile version of myself lying on that hospital bed with tubes taped to me.
Fuck.
And it hit me brutally hard in the gut that my son had gone through all of this without me.
And Crystal had carried all of it alone.
A hot, violent need to fix everything rose in me so fast it made my pulse spike.
For the first time in years, I felt something close to fear.
It made me want to do anything, including gi
