(Dustin’s POV)
I feel like a creep.
Hiding behind a tree at the park, watching my ex-wife laugh at something Ethan Hale says to her. Watching my son run toward the playground equipment without a care in the world.
Should get in my car and drive away and stop torturing myself with images of what I lost.
But I can't.
Because seeing them together—seeing Sabrina smile in a way she never smiled with me, seeing Jake look at Ethan with pure adoration, seeing the ease between the three of them—it's like pressing on a bruise.
It hurts. But like a masochist, I keep watching, unable to walk away.
I never considered myself a good man. Growing up in an orphanage does that to you. Teaches you the hard way that the world doesn't give a s**t about you, that love is conditional, and survival means p
