Twelve years … twelve years of silence, heartbreak, growing up, and learning to live with the kind of scars only time can teach you how to carry.

Now Richard is back in my life — no aliases, no disappearing acts, no Vegas fog.
Just the man I once loved and the father of the child I raised alone.
And for the first time since that disastrous weekend, he wants something I’m not sure I can give:
A future.

Forgiveness is easy when wounds are shallow.. Ours run deep.

All those years ago, I brought our son into the world alone and raised him in a remodeled garage — small, but full of love.