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Prologue

There appears to have been a struggle

-My housekeeping style

Booth

“Mail day, bitches!”

I grunted when a box was practically thrown into ht letters

I blinked

Ever since we’d gotten out of what I liked to call ‘hell ularly One or two letters a week Not fucking ten letters and a package

I carefully sifted through the letters, freezing hard when I read the name on the return address of the last one

Davidsdottir

A few years ago, Delanie and Dillan Davidsdottir had moved into our small town, and ever since then, I’d had a crush

A crush on Dillan

Yet, I’d slept with Delanie, effectively ruining any and all chances that I would ever have with Dillan

Which really fucking sucked

Why ood idea, I would never know

Needless to say, getting a letter froh me

Opening it up, I started reading

Booth,

I don’t knohen you’ll get this, but I need you to know

The night that we slept together ended up with a little ‘oopsie’ I’ht months away

I want you to know that I can have this baby by myself You don’t have to be involved

However, since yourout of the obstetrician’s office, and asked hoas doing, I broke down and told her everything She assures me that you’ll want to be in the baby’s life

I knew you would want to be… but I’m just scared Anyway, if you have any questions, I’d beto answer them

I’m sorry

Delanie

I’m sorry

I’nant

Son of a bitch

I closed ret?—washed over me

Not at fucking all

As I folded the letter up, soround that was folded in with the letter, and I bent over to pick it up

My breath caught at what I saw

It was a sonogram

Of my baby

My heart, that I thought was broken, kicked a stuttered beat

My baby

That was my baby in the picture

I ranthe pad of my thumb over the blob that I assumed was my kid And knew

I would do everything that I could for this kid of mine