**Tillie POV**
“Come back,” I whisper to myself, begging Tillie to turn the car around and come back so I can explain what she just walked into.
To say that Tillie finding out I have kids went poorly would be the biggest understatement of the century. She freaked out and left. The gaping hole in my chest tells me that we’re over, but I can’t accept that. I have been standing in my driveway, staring and praying that her car would come back into view. I hadn’t told her about my kids and she was angry. She was hurt, but I responded by being a d**k to her.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Jake?” I scold myself quietly, the hole in my chest growing in size the longer I stand here.
“Jake, I need help getting the kids ready for bed,” my dad calls from the porch, forcing me from the self-pit
