Chapter 13

• He breathed in and realised that he hadn’t taken a proper breath since he’d seen Freya looking at him with that stricken expression on her face in her house the other evening. The initial punch to his gut he’d received when he’d first thought that Freya was married, with someone else’s child, was galling to remember—and more exposing than he liked to admit.
• Nothing excused her from withholding his son from him for six years. Travis had been about Daniel's age when his world had imploded. When he’d witnessed his father, on his knees, sobbing, prostrating himself at Travis’s mother’s feet, begging her not to leave him.
• “I love you. What am I if you leave? I am nothing. I have nothing…”