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But what if he'd let go? What if he'd decided she wasn't worth fighting for? The thought is torturous to Loretta.

Their fights seemed to replay themselves in her head hurt words, pained expressions, the silences that followed.

Had she finally driven him away for good? Her heart ached. She would take it all back if she could. If only time ran in reverse.

But time was an unforgiving thief-snatching moment and snatching opportunity, without stopping to look back at the regret it would leave behind.

Loretta wailed on into the old abandoned warehouse-a lonely cry, a wish for redemption, a wish for repentance, a wish for Fabian.

Meanwhile, across town, Fabian slept fitfully, tormented by dreams of her, yet buoyed by an unyielding determination to find her, to save her, to make amends.

But Loretta didn't know that. All she knew was darkness and despair and this crippling fear that she'd lost Fabian forever.

The next morning, Fabian came down the stairs, his eyes scanning the room.

Nanny Merc