He is so persistent, I have to start going places when I know he will be working, hiding from my parents so they can’t rat me out. Last night, my mom finally made me talk to her about everything that happened between Jax and me. “Why won’t you give that poor boy another chance? I see the way he looks at you. He loves you just like he did before you left all those years ago. What if you never find another love like that?” Her words hit me hard. “Momma, I never told you this, but when Jax and I were seventeen, we got married.” I watch her mouth drop open as she stares at me. After five minutes of silence, I can’t take it anymore. “Please, Mom, say something!” I don’t want her to hate me like I know Jax will when I tell him my secret. Heck, I don’t even know how to tell him. I’ve keep this from him for ten years. I’ll be surprised if he even talks to me afterwards. “Sweetheart…,” she states, trying to find the right words. Holding my breath, I wait for her to continue.
