Garrett’s POV
I didn't want them to go, but when you hold on to something very, very tight, then you end up strangling it. And I don't want to do that to her. She deserves so much better, and I'll try to put my insecurities away if it means that it makes her happy.
Which is why I'm standing right now, watching them walk away from me. My son was beaming with his head out of the car window, waving at me, and I waved back with fake enthusiasm because he doesn't know what's happening in his dad's head. He doesn't know how much it hurts not knowing what's going to happen, but I think I'm well prepared. I trust her enough to know that she won't try to run away from me. We're done hurting each other at every turn.
My aunt was in the living room when I got back, and I couldn't help but watch he
