*Michael*

I stared down at Thomas as he greedily drank from his bottle, milk dribbling out his mouth and down his chin. I wouldn’t ever get tired of looking at his or his sister’s innocent faces. They gave my life a purpose I never knew was missing, and I’d be damned if Lane Henderson, or anyone for that matter, tried to ruin what I had built.

I used my free hand to shoot Bruce a text to let him know we were alright. He responded almost ...