Fitch sat alone on the couch, his mind lingering on Zoey. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, the memory of her still vivid. After some time, he grabbed a tissue and cleaned up, then headed upstairs alone.

Nolan was still awake, his big eyes staring at the ceiling, his small hand gently stroking his stuffed animal, Ozzy.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Fitch asked softly.

"Daddy, did you... hurt Mommy?"

Fitch paused, considering how to answer. "If what happened between me and your mom is considered hurting, well, it's a kind of hurt you'll understand when you're older."

"I don't want a wife if it means hurting them," Nolan said with a frown.

Fitch chuckled, amused by his son's innocence. "You might not look for a wife, but that doesn't mean they won't come looking for you. Or are you saying you've got your eyes on someone special? Like Rosemary?"

and he

him how quickly children

was

in bed and unable to sleep. Her cheeks were burning, and she felt like she was about to explode. She got up and went to

she had given Fitch replayed in her mind. It was a reflex born out of panic and confusion. She splashed cold water

buzzed

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time difference meant it was morning there. The message snapped her back to reality, filling her with guilt and shame. She was in

crossed a line With another man.

to this?

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