The interior of the RV was spacious.

Ronald knelt in front of Francesca, sharp in a tailored suit. For a long moment, he said nothing, then murmured, “Come with me. I’ll take care of you and the baby. I’ll work hard. You won’t need to worry about a thing.”

Francesca didn’t answer. Her hand rested lightly on the head of the young wolfdog, her touch gentle. “Ronald, someone with wounds in their heart can’t bring happiness to others. I want to see you ...