~Abigail's POV~
Something's wrong.
I'm supposed to push this man away and scream at him for putting me in danger.
I'm supposed to.
I mean… I actually am supposed to.
But here I am, staring into those terrified emerald eyes filled with so much guilt that my stomach twists. My hands are still in his hair, still moving, still trying to calm him down the only way I know how because yeah… I understand him.
It may not be the same, but well, shitty dads club.
Maybe that's why I'm being soft on him. Maybe that's why I can't shout. I wanted him to talk to me, and he did. That's why I'm quiet now. It's… a delicate moment.
"Was this before the marriage?" I finally ask in a low voice. "You found out before we got married, right?"
"Yeah," he breathes out. "I saw him at the movie theatre. It was him I was chasing after."
He lets out a weak chuckle and closes his eyes, leaning his forehead against mine and I forget how to breathe.
My pulse skips. My throat tightens.
