Alana Page was mine. And then she wasn’t.
We promised forever. But ten years ago, she ditched town without so much as a goodbye text.
Now she’s back… with a kid in tow who was born just 7 months after she left.
It’s no secret I’m just a fighter. I wasn’t particularly gifted in school, and the only reason I graduated at all was because of Alana’s tutoring efforts. But it doesn’t take an academic genius to realize the math ain’t mathing.
Maybe marrying the town’s broke, abused, token troublemaker wasn’t a part of her plans back then.
But I’ll be damned if she gets to slide into town now and not answer for the hearts she broke or the kid who looks a hell of a lot like someone I know.
Tap gloves, Alana.
It’s time for round two to begin.
