I Sleep With the Storm

Summary

The day I was released from prison, Selena Lark stood by the roadside, sheltering under a black umbrella. Beside her was a little girl, whose eyes were uncannily like Nathan Slate’. Her voice, dampened by the rain, trembled:

“Alec.”

“I’ve waited eight years for you.”

I walked around her, my steps unwavering. The little girl suddenly rushed over and hugged my leg:

“Mommy says you’re my daddy.”

My body stiffened. I looked down at the pendant clutched in her hand. It was the token of love I’d given Selena. But I’d smashed it the day our divorce was finalized.

“Let go.”