BLAINE

 

 

Being back in New York City reminded me of something we had back at the yacht, but I was here not to reminisce about what happened in the past. I am here for Bianca.

“Blaine!” Bianca called out enthusiastically as if I was the only person standing at the airport.

“Silly.” A wide smile curved across my lips as I walked toward her, and she was getting bigger. I wasn’t big as hers when I was roughly in the first week of the third trimester.

“I miss you, sis.” She squeezed me into a tight hug, which I badly needed it right now. I was thankful Ethan didn’t show...