Weston

"She just showed up? Out of nowhere?" Nolan asks as we stand in one of the big box store parking lots, getting ready to plow it. 

"Yeah," I answer, pulling my gloves tighter. "I haven't seen her since three days after we got married. I'd given up on finding her. At one point, I'd even gotten a PI, just so I could see about getting a divorce."

He whistles, rocking back on his heels, tucking his hands in his jeans. "Damn. Are you okay? You were totally ...