![]() “Understatement of the year,” Jill said, dropping into the chair across from the couch where Sandy sat. It was noon the next day by the time Jill staggered out of her bedroom and into the family room. He would fight for Ryan, and he wouldn’t stop fighting until he had half custody of his son. Determination filled him as he realized his son gave his life new meaning and purpose. Derrick rose to his feet and looked around him. Outside the window, a wave crashed against the rocks. ![]() Now that he thought about it though, he was much more frightened by the idea of never getting the chance to hold his son at all. The truth was he’d been scared, scared to hold his own son. On the day Ryan was born, a nurse had tried to place his son in his arms, but he’d made up some lame excuse, telling the nurse he had a scratchy throat and didn’t want to get the baby sick. ![]() ![]() His head pounded, prompting him to shift his thoughts to Ryan Michael Garrison. He didn’t want to think about Maggie, or Aaron for that matter. ![]()
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