It’s been four years. You were both happy until you lost your baby. You and Rafe are to blame; you pushed him away, and he didn’t try. Maybe if you both had tried, you would have been happily married. Life had other plans; fights started to lash out for no reason.

Sarah and John B had finally decided to tie the knot. They had a little one running around at the reception, which would have been the same age as your little girl. JJ had kept you company mostly the whole night, and he was the reason why Rafe wouldn’t approach you. You didn’t want to talk to him, and JJ had been the first one to know about your loss, and instead of poking fun at your misery, he comforted you. With a small sigh, you left the table and went to get a drink at the bar. Minutes later, you felt Rafe beside you; he ordered a drink and sat beside you.

”How have you been?” he murmured before taking a sip of his glass.