*George’s POV*
I walked away from the Motel Reception with a key tied to a very large wooden tag to fill my pocket, and regret coursing through my very veins. I wish I’d never found Mari at that bar, but then again, I did not find her; she found me. I paused in the middle of the vacant parking lot as the Motel’s neon sign boards flickering reflections caught on the water, gathered in little puddles across the uneven surface. For someone who never goes to a bar, it does seem terribly convenient to run into me while sitting in one. How was it that she came to be there? I wondered?
It doesn’t matter now, I shook my head. If she was pregnant, and if I was the father, I wouldn’t abandon the pup. It’s not right.
My phone vibrated in my pocket and I ignored it as I made my way across the stree
