Like a hurricane survivor, Maxwell Rohan stumbled out of the park.

He looked up and down the parking lot like he was expecting to see her waiting for him there.

He wished she was.

By god, he wished she was waiting right there to tell him that she didn’t mean what she said.

She had probably said that out of anger, right?

She couldn’t be pregnant, right?

When he remembered that they had been separated for almost four months, his blood boiled at the possibility of all that could happen.

“No, no, no,” he growled in pain as he continued walking towards the road.

A kid going towards the entrance...