People could lose those they loved. It happened all the time. I’d lost both of my parents, even if my father was still technically alive. I’d lost Anton. Friends and family members died. Lovers and spouses died. Couples split up, sometimes even when they were still in love.
And life went on. People survived their losses.
If walking away from me was the only way Jalen could be the father his child needed him to be, then I would let him go, and he would survive it.
“Rona.”
I looked up to see Jalen standing in the doorway.
He would make it if we split up.
I wasn’t as sure about my own survival.