CLOSURE

LEXIE’S POV

It’s been two days since I saw him, the father of my child, the man who once had such a hold on me, Damian Valour.

And I couldn’t get my mind off him; I even dreamt about him. Seeing him again made me realise that the saying was true—that the past could never be truly buried.

But what if I could still change how things turned out?

All I had to do was avoid him, right? It was easy.

Anyway, I had woken up quite early because of Cam; he was the only one who had enough sleep after he succeeded in keeping me awake most of the night.

“Cam, baby, you’re the one pulling your own hair,” I murmured softly in frustration as I watched my son’s tiny fingers digging into his curly locks, tugging at them with strength I never knew he had.

His face scrunched up in frustration, and tears threatened to fall from his cheeks. Why was he always so cranky in the morning?

“Oh, Cam,” I exhaled, before I gently removed his little chubby fingers away from his hair.

It wasn’t easy—his grip