Jacob was hers. There was no way she would be allowing him to walk away from her and their baby now, after seeing him again. She thought she could, but when she turned in that chair and locked eyes with him, she realized she was weaker than she could have ever known. It had taken every ounce of her strength to keep from throwing herself into his arms, but she knew the truth—if she did that, she would be spending the rest of her life flinging herself against a solid wall of half-truths. She wanted answers. She needed them, and she would not budge until she got them. Her eyes lingered on the clock as she counted down the minutes, trying desperately not to panic. What if he didn’t show? What if this was just another ‘see you later’? Then he was there. Once again he leaned against the doorframe, except he had changed clothes. He was now dressed completely in black. The same as he had the first time she had seen him. Trying to keep herself seated, she gripped the arms of her chair until her knuckles turned white.
