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This needed to dissipate before Grey and Kevin got into it. In that case there would be no going back.

“Kevin, can we just talk about this later?” I pleaded.

“Oh bullshit, cut the innocent act, Julianna,” he snapped, moving closer to tower over me. “You need to stop! This is over!” He yelled down.

That was a mistake.

Grey knew those words. I shifted my eyes over to him nervously, and it was like something clicked inside of him.

In an instant Kevin was ripped away from me. Grey pulled back and slammed his fist into Kevin’s eye.

His right fist.

Grey cursed and threw Kevin onto the pavement.

But Something wasn’t right. Grey was holding his right fist. And Kevin was laughing up at him.

I felt my stomach sinking.

I would in no way be able to be with Grey now. Kevin would use this against me to get custody of Canyon. And Kevin knew that.

Grey looked at me confusedly with worried eyes and I just shook my head. I couldn’t muster up words for fear my face would break.

I had just gotten used to loving and feeling loved. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten comfortable.

Grey tried to put an arm around me, but I held my hand up and avoided eye contact.

I couldn’t bear it. I’d break down. I couldn’t have him and I didn’t want to pretend things would be okay. It really was over.

“Canyon we have to go,” I said.

“But mom-”

“No. Get your bag. We have to go right now,” I said as sternly as I could make out, but my throat felt like it was closing.

Kevin staggered up and started to walk away. He turned and gave me a wink.

I tasted bile in my throat as I took canyon’s bag and threw it in my trunk myself.

A hand touched my arm and I flinched away.

I turned to see Grey looking at me with pity swimming in his dark eyes and hated it.

His eyebrows drew together in concern and confusion but he couldn’t seem to find words.

I looked down before he could see tears forming and tore away from him.

I was all motions and no second guessing then.

I quickly threw my car in reverse, backed out and drove, leaving him in the parking lot staring into my back window.

“Mom. He wanted to come with us,” Canyon said quietly.

I swallowed hard.

“I know baby. But it’s okay just me and you, right? It’ll be okay.”

I felt a little hand on my shoulder, and I hated that I flinched away from him too. I thought I had moved past that.