“Karma is quietly collecting its debts, each small return a reminder of my past missteps. And what scares me most is the sinking feeling that this is only the beginning of what I owe.”
How could she be calm enough to get herself drunk when he was being blasted online? How could she...
“Dad,” Mara's small voice cut through his raging thoughts. Hunter’s eyes flickered down to his three-year-old daughter, who was clinging to his legs and staring up at him with those innocent, large blue eyes. “Mommy is wed again,” Mara said, her childish tone twisting the word “weird” into “wed.” His brow furrowed. Again? Meaning this wasn’t the first time she’d gotten drunk in front of her? His anger, which had lessened just by looking into Mara's eyes, flared back up as quickly as it had faded.
“She almo
