We’re still bound by contract, love

My heart clenched in my chest.

And not in the good way.

I was told my dad died as a child. So I never asked my mother about him.

But Marvin grew up with Willis. He grew up knowing his mom was away. He grew up knowing Willis, and I would assume that he had automatically figured the kind and warm Willis as his father.

“I want to talk to daddy. I miss him,” Marvin pleaded, his eyes brimming with tears.

I didn’t consider how much of a twist this would bring in our lives when we moved from Ovieto.

I hadn’t considered my son’s feelings until now. The sudden change after five years of being in Ovieto with Willis wasn’t something I should have missed. My heart clench’s in my chest. “Am I a bad mother?”

I picked up my phone, my hands hovering over Willis’s number.

I wanted to call him. But that would only lead my son to believe that Willis was really his father. Was that right? Was that the right thing to do?

But if I didn’t call Willis, I would have to live with the lump forming in my