Gladys looks like someone just punched her in the chest.She reaches for him, but her hands fall short.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”
Evan’s smile fades.
“What do you mean?”
Tears slide down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry about scaring you and saying we’re gonna take you from your mom.And I’m sorry about your dad.He-he’s not the boy I raised,” she whispers shakily.“I swear he’s not.”
Her voice breaks.
“Grams, where is he?Where’s Dad?”Evan asks brokenly.
“That girl called, and he ran back to her,” Gladys replies.
The words hang in the air.
And the light drains from Evan’s face.
My chest tightens.
Fuck.
Anger rises inside me like a tsunami threatening to destroy everything.Because that little boy deserves so much better than the man who just walked out on him again.
“I, I really am sorry,” Gladys says again.
But that doesn't mean shit right now.Because Mike Stevens hurt my family again—and I don’t think I can allow that.
Chapter39
Kelly
Evan runs.
One second he’s standing there listening to Gladys explain what his father did, and the next he’s gone.Just gone.
My heart lurches.
“Evan,” I call softly, already moving.
I leave Gladys where she stands, wringing her hands and crying apologies that don’t matter right now.Becausemy sonjust got his heart broken.
Again.
And the worst part?I can’t fix it.
God, I wish Mike were here right now.
Not to apologize.
Not to explain.
No, I wish he was here so I could punch him right in his stupid, wayward dick.
“Evan!”I call again as I move past the bleachers.
