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“Among other things.” I let out a long sigh. “Am I doing the right thing?”

The question that’s been bugging me ever since we came to Bluebonnet comes to the surface. It feels like I’ve asked myself this very thing a hundred times already, and I still don’t have an answer. Will I ever have an answer?

Mrs. Maxwell gives me a soft smile. “Only time will tell; what I know is that you’re doing the best that you can.”

“The best that I can,” I scoff. “What if that’s not enough?”

What if the only thing that happens is I mess my kids up even more?

Mrs. Maxwell moves closer, shifting the basket to one side, her other hand patting my back. “You have to give it time. Change won’t happen overnight. Things are just… intense now.”

I snort. “That’s one way of putting it.”

Between the move and Savannah…

“Shit.” I pull out my phone checking the time. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Savannah.

I was screwed.

Completely and utterly screwed.

Mrs. Maxwell presses her lips together. “You really should watch your tongue, you know that?”

“I’m sorry, but I have to go. I’m already late.”

“Late to what?” Her brows furrow in confusion. “I picked up Levi from school; he went upstairs to change.”

“Savannah has a doctor’s appointment. I promised her I’d be there.” I look up the stairs. I still had to talk to Daniel about what happened, and I haven’t seen Levi?—

Mrs. Maxwell presses her hand against my shoulder. I told her about Savannah after the whole debacle with Daniel. If she had any thoughts about the situation I got myself into, she didn’t voice them out loud. “Go. I have everything handled here.”

But that was the problem, wasn’t it? I should have been the one who had it all handled. Not her.

“Are you sure?”

The older woman rolls her eyes at me. “When was I not sure?” She lets her hand drop. “Off with you. Make sure your baby momma is okay. You already have one person mad at you; you don’t need two.”

Leaning down, I press my mouth against the top of her head. “You’re the best, Mrs. Maxwell,” I say as I dash for the door, pulling the keys out of my pocket. “I’ll see you later.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

SAVANNAH

“Savannah Parker?”

My head snaps up at the sound of my name. A pretty young nurse is standing in the doorway and watching me with a kind smile on her lips.

Is it my turn already?

My gaze goes to the clock on the wall, and my stomach sinks.

He wasn’t coming.

The realization slams into me like a wave, knocking all the air out of my lungs.

Blake wasn’t coming.

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