Sebastian turned and glanced over to the street corner where Reese was waiting for the light. She was five months pregnant now, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at her. If anything, she seemed thinner than before.
He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and let the smoke drift as he watched Reese cross the street and vanish around the corner.
He was just now realizing how little he truly knew her. He didn’t know why she’d agreed to marry him in the first place. He didn’t know the real story with her and the Meyer family, either. Just today, he’d found out she was Sofia’s half-sister. No wonder she was so distant from her family and couldn’t stand Grace. Of course she’d lost it when they signed her mom’s old house over to Sofia.
“Mr. Ratcliff?”
Rosie’s voice pulled him back. She sounded careful, almost nervous. “Reese is just upset right now. We sold her mom’s house and she’s having a hard time, but she didn’t mean what she said. Please don’t take it personally.
“We’ll talk to her, help her calm down. She’s not really going to divorce you.”
Sebastian didn’t answer. He just took another drag on his cigarette, eyes lingering on the spot where Reese had disappeared.
Then he felt a sharp tap on his calf. Someone’s cane. “Why are you just standing here? Where’s Reese?”
“Grandpa.” Sebastian turned, voice rough.
Mr. Ratcliff scowled. “You let her walk off like that? Go after her and apologize. Even if she wants a divorce, that can wait until after the baby is born.”
“Got it, Grandpa.”
Sebastian watched his grandfather climb into the car, say his goodbyes to Dylon and his wife, then drive off.
He sat in the driver’s seat for a while, thinking, before calling Reese.
“We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable…”
A flash of surprise crossed his face. Did she block him?
He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, scrolling through his contacts. Most of the people he knew who also knew Reese were really just his friends, not hers.
Reese used to always leave a light on for him, no matter how late he got home. She’d just sit there quietly, waiting. But now, he realized, he didn’t even know who her friends were. Who did she talk to? Where did she go when she left the house?
No—there was one person. Millie. Reese cared about her. They must have stayed in touch.
Annoyed, Sebastian lit another cigarette and called Brady.


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