"I love our daughters, Claire," I stated simply.

"I know you do, Mark. Your life, since the day they were born, has been about raising, nurturing, caring, protecting and loving them. Hannah is a wonderful mother, better than I ever was with her."

"I've seen how you've raised your son, Claire. You dote on your little boy like nobody's business. It's nice to see."

She smiled at that. "I'm correcting mistakes I made." With a sigh, she leaned back against her car. "I was young, foolish and jealous, Mark. I blamed everyone but myself for everything that happened. I could never be happy with what we had. I've talked to...