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Only then do I realize I have no idea what to say to this boy.

I sink my head into my hands, and I do something I haven’t done since Avery left me.

I fucking cry.

The elevator doors open on the fifth floor, and I pull myself together and walk into the pediatrics wing. Nurses and orderlies are bustling around, and I walk through the wing, eyeing each room number.

500

502

504

Then—

506

The door is cracked, and I peek in. Linda sits in a chair by the bed, but from this angle I can’t see the boy.

I step back.

Avery is right. He doesn’t know me. He has a concussion, and the last thing he needs is some stranger storming into his room.

I wipe the sweat from my brow.

And then I leave.

“What do you mean you just left?” Miles demands.

The three of us are at a restaurant having dinner. Rather, they’re having dinner. Even after having burgers, they’re eating again. I can’t. My stomach is rolling with nausea.

“What was I supposed to do? I’m a stranger to the kid. And Avery…” I rake my fingers through my damp hair. Fuck, it’s hot here. Even inside.

“I understand where he’s coming from,” Austin says, poking a piece of broccoli with his fork.

“I fucking don’t,” Miles counters. “That’s your kid in there. And your woman.”

I take a drink of my scotch. It’s a scotch kind of evening. “The kid has a possible brain injury. He doesn’t need a long-lost father showing up.”

How could she keep him from me? After the way we reconnected in Montana… I thought there weren’t any secrets left. They just keep on coming.

“You haven’t heard her side of it, man,” Austin says.

“I’ve heard all I need to hear.” I take another drink. “I would have been there for her. I would have done anything for her and the kid.”

“But she didn’t know that, Chance,” Austin says. “All she knew was that letter.”

“Goddamned letter.” I polish off my scotch and wave to our server, holding up the glass.

He nods and heads to the bar.

“Easy,” Miles says. “You’re not a drunk, Chance.”

I frown. “Tonight may change that.”

The server brings my drink and sets it in front of me.

“He’s cut off,” Miles says to the server.