Neal.
I wasn’t what Becca was looking for, but I should have expected her to no longer feel the way she had. For months, I’d put her ahead of everything in my life, and when I finally thought things were going well, it was ripped away from me. There was no end to the pain I felt in my life, and I thought it may have been a punishment from fate I was willing to accept.
Stepping out the front door, I made my way towards my two seater sports car and climbed in. The moment that the door closed, I slammed my hands against the steering wheel repeatedly out of anger. “F*ck!”
All I wanted to do was to allow James to know his kid, and in the process of all this bullshit, I had lost her. Lost her in more ways than one, and even though every part of me wanted to storm in there and remind her who she belonged to, I couldn’t.
She didn’t want me.
