Diego's POV

There were days I understood what she did.

Why she ran.

Why she took my child away from me.

But there were also days when I didn’t understand.

And on those days, I was angry.

I was very, very angry.

It was on the angry days that I crafted these words. I wasn’t about to spare her feelings simply because her heart had been in the right place.

She sure as hell hadn’t spared mine.

Her face paled the moment the words were out of my mouth. A twinge of guilt flared in my chest, ...