I sat in the leather chair in the corner of the room and watched her sleep. My scotch glass from the minibar sat on my knee as I contemplated my life.

My love. My…our future.

Quitting had never been in the cards, but neither had love.

Love wasn’t something I thought was in the cards for me. Now, I was willing to give everything up for it.

Sliding my free hand over my face, I tore my gaze away from Ava to my cell phone sitting on the arm of the chair.

I ...