Lucas lay awake. His listless eyes looked at the light squeaking past the blinds. All night long he tossed and turned thinking about Sarah in the room across the hallway. She was so close yet so far. Somehow he had to talk to her. He had so many questions. But he didn’t want to bombard her or make her feel like she was being interrogated.
If this was strictly business he wouldn’t even give it a second thought. Closing million dollar deals was child’s play compared to what he was attempting to do. How did one talk to their wife…let alone convince her to give him a second chance after all the mistakes he made? He was so far out of his depth.
And then there was Zoe. He didn’t have a clue how to be a dad. His own wasn’t particularly attentive and passed away when he was young. Apparently
