Redemption is earned not given, but men like him think it can also be bought. Six years ago, he disparead like a thief into the night, breaking my heart and destroying my dreams in the process. Now he’s back but I’m not the young, naive woman he left behind. He wants me but I can’t. Not when my heart is still healing from the betrayal. Not when there’s a risk he'll discover my secret. He can’t discover the parting gift he’d left me with, my pride and joy, the reason for my existence… My son.
