Five years. It had been five years since I’d known Alex. And honestly, he knew me pretty well. He knew I didn't really care about anyone. I kept my feelings locked up tight, never showing a flicker of emotion. Except when it came to her.
I hated her. And since we didn't know her reasons, Alex figured my feelings were justified. But he’d asked me to think about the long run. We had a son together, a boy who would grow up.
"Do you want another man raising your son?" Did I want him to have a different father figure?
I knew it burned me that Mark got to raise him. Mark was the only father that boy had ever known. But soon, Mark wouldn't be around. And maybe, just maybe, she would fall in love with someone else down the line. Was I willing to gamble and risk seeing another man step into my
