A Memory in Rain and Flesh
Language: en
My roommate's uncle, River Wilde, had retired from the military. Word was he'd suffered nerve damage and would be wheelchair-bound for life. Most critically, he was impotent. But five years ago, on that stormy night, it was him. The man who'd left me so exhausted I could barely walk. I went to pick him up from the airport, terrified he'd recognize me. Until he saw my four-and-a-half-year-old son. That scar through his eyebrow, identical to River's, was glaring under the lights. The man stared at this miniature version of himself and suddenly smiled. "Miss Sullivan, five years ago,…