Roldan's POV

For three days, Raelynn limits her words to me strictly to what’s necessary for the children. Even when she speaks, her tone is sharp and hurried, like she’s desperate to get away.

I’ve done it again—opened my mouth at the wrong time, said all the wrong things, and now the fragile connection between us feels even worse than when we met in New York. I unintentionally reopened old wounds, triggered her pain, and as a result, she’s doing ...