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Colt
“Daddy!”
Kiki hurled herself at me, but Brooke caught her in mid-air before she could slam into my chest. I had to be grateful—my shoulder hurt like a b***h.
“Welcome home, Colt.”
It was times like this that I appreciated my friends. During the two days I’d spent in the hospital, Brooke and Luca had stayed in my house with Kiki. Deck and Aaron had added extra locks to the doors and windows, Addy had come over to help clean up, Darla had sent craft materials and a cuddly toy, Paulo had given Kiki a painting lesson, and Nico had provided meals. But none of that filled the gaping hole Brie had left in my life.
She’d just gone. Flown back to Valetia without so much as a goodbye.
Ripped out my damn heart and taken it with her.
In its place, she’d left grief and sorrow and, yes,
