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Channing
Present day
Heather brought her up two nights ago.
I almost s**t my pants.
I hadn’t been expecting her, but there she was—smack-dab in the middle of my soul.
Grief I thought long gone was back, like it’d never been gone.
We’d thought we were going to have a daughter. I’d been planning on proposing, but then Heather woke up one morning and…
It was like the day my mom died.
I’d been prepared for losing my mother, or as prepared as a kid could get, but we weren’t prepared to lose our little girl.
We’d been full of hopes and future plans, and I’d even seen the white picket fence coming my way. There’d probably be a few Harleys parked behind it, but I’d been ready to go the ball-n-chain route—on Heather’s ankle, not mine.
She was too good for me.
I heard the bell ring at
