Chapter Thirteen
PRESLEY
“Oh my gosh,” I whisper in shock. Instinctively, I cover my mouth with my hand. That was the last thing I expected to hear, and now I feel guilty for asking. “I’m so sorry, Colton.”
He glances over at me and rests his hand on my knee, then squeezes. “I was devastated. I was for a really long time.”
“How long ago was it?” I ask.
“Five years. She stayed in San Antonio and raised the baby there. I heard it through the grapevine that she ended up marrying the father, so I tried my best to move on. However, after being together for so long and being so head over heels in love with her, I didn’t process not having her in my life very well.” He bows his head as if he’s embarrassed to admit that, which is the last thing I want him to feel.
“You were young. No one in
