Unforgiven | Book 2 | Erin Fitzgerald | Signed Paperback
My days in the Army are over and now, with child support payments and a mortgage, I'm dumping all my spare time, money and effort into getting my security company off the ground. It gives me focus and continuity in a life that's otherwise unfulfilling and frankly pretty empty.
The last thing I need to do is bring more drama home, because already I'm often in a courtroom battling my bitter, angry ex for the custody of my teenage children. Since I have a past she preys upon, it's allowed her to control my interactions with my children for years.
When my daughter shows up on my doorstep, I'm overseas for work. I've just begun seeing someone and Mia's involvement with my kids is both heartwarming and terrifying, as I begin to understand that she is the caring figure we've never had.
It's obvious we have to admit to ourselves we both have demons: mine are dead, but hers are living, and they threaten to steal away from us what might be our only chance to make something good.
My days in the Army are over and now, with child support payments and a mortgage, I'm dumping all my spare time, money and effort into getting my security company off the ground. It gives me focus and continuity in a life that's otherwise unfulfilling and frankly pretty empty.
The last thing I need to do is bring more drama home, because already I'm often in a courtroom battling my bitter, angry ex for the custody of my teenage children. Since I have a past she preys upon, it's allowed her to control my interactions with my children for years.
When my daughter shows up on my doorstep, I'm overseas for work. I've just begun seeing someone and Mia's involvement with my kids is both heartwarming and terrifying, as I begin to understand that she is the caring figure we've never had.
It's obvious we have to admit to ourselves we both have demons: mine are dead, but hers are living, and they threaten to steal away from us what might be our only chance to make something good.
My days in the Army are over and now, with child support payments and a mortgage, I'm dumping all my spare time, money and effort into getting my security company off the ground. It gives me focus and continuity in a life that's otherwise unfulfilling and frankly pretty empty.
The last thing I need to do is bring more drama home, because already I'm often in a courtroom battling my bitter, angry ex for the custody of my teenage children. Since I have a past she preys upon, it's allowed her to control my interactions with my children for years.
When my daughter shows up on my doorstep, I'm overseas for work. I've just begun seeing someone and Mia's involvement with my kids is both heartwarming and terrifying, as I begin to understand that she is the caring figure we've never had.
It's obvious we have to admit to ourselves we both have demons: mine are dead, but hers are living, and they threaten to steal away from us what might be our only chance to make something good.