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He ran a hand down his face and tried not to think. Morwenna was out there, and now he needed to figure out what the fuck to do.

Chapter Two

“How are you feeling this morning?” Willow, her mother, asked.

Morwenna looked up from her coffee to see her mother’s concerned, yet smiling face.

Willow and Gus Graves, her parents, were in the kitchen of her childhood home. Her father was once again dressed in a suit, as he worked as a main contractor, overseeing multiple construction projects.

After returning from the military, Gus went to school, got his certification, and became a health advisor for the county. He drove around many different towns, checking building work, giving out warnings. It was a job he loved to do, one he said he would die doing, because men and women needed to know they had someone who supported them. He was always there to offer advice, write up the codes. He was damn good at it too. Her mother often said he was a soldier that never truly left the military, and taking care of others was vital to him.

He was loyal. Not once had her parents ever left one another. They fought, because all couples did, but they had a code. They would not walk away until a conflict was resolved. They handled it together, like a true team. They had each other’s backs.

They didn’t know what happened yesterday. They were aware that Casey was panicking and asked them to call her, which is what they did.

“I’m fine,” Morwenna said. She never lied to her parents. She loved them so much, and right now, not telling them what was going on was killing her.

“I think I need a little fresh air.” She excused herself, picking up her coffee cup and making her way outside.

It was already hot, and it was not even eight o’clock. The clinic said they would get in touch as soon as they had her results. Getting poked and prodded had been the ultimate humiliation. Even as they did their exam, she couldn’t help but cry. Thankfully the nurse and doctor did not say anything. They handed her a tissue, so clearly her pain was understood.

She tried not to cry even now, and tilted her head to look up into the sunny sky. She was not a big fan of summer. The hot, horrible, sticky, disgusting mess. She preferred the fall, winter, and even spring. Summer was too hot.

She took a sip of her coffee and heard the door open and close. She hoped it was her mother, who had come out to talk to her. Turning around, she was not surprised to see it was her dad. She loved her dad. They were close, and he didn’t agree with her choice of a husband, but he also hadn’t put up a fight for her to not be with him. He trusted her.

“Hey, Daddy,” she said.

“Do you want to tell me what is going on?” he asked.

“Uh, not a whole lot,” she said.

There was no laughter.

“Sweetheart, I know this is something serious. In the last nine years, you and Casey have not fought. You have never shown up at this house completely shattered. I see you, honey. I see what is going on, and I don’t like it. Now, either you tell me, or I go and grab my favorite gun, and I pay your man a visit—”

“He cheated on me,” she said.

The more she said it out loud, the easier it became.

“That is what happened. Casey has cheated on me, and now I’m here.” She let out a laugh, but it was completely forced. There was no way she was entertained. “Yesterday, I was at the sexual health clinic and I’m waiting to hear from them. I know I’ve got to go and deal with this myself. I’ve got to talk to him and do everything I need to do. You warned me that he wasn’t a good guy, and guess what, Dad, it took nine years, but you were right. Are you happy?” she asked, as more tears started to fall.

Her father grabbed her and pulled her in for a hug. His lips went to the top of her head. “I’m not happy.”

She heard his anger and she held onto him. “Right now, I don’t know what to do. It hurts, Dad. I feel like such a fool. I am a fool. I’m a fucking idiot.” She winced and looked up. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you don’t need to be sorry. You say all the cuss words you like. Right now, you have earned it.”

Her father had been one to hate foul language growing up. He even put a cuss jar in their house. She figured his time in the military, hearing it all day, every day ... he didn’t want that in his life anymore, so cussing was not allowed.

“Thanks, Dad. What should I do?” she asked.

She was not one to cry and avoid the subject. Although, for the last twenty-four hours, that was exactly what she had been doing. Avoiding.

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

“I want out,” she said. “I don’t want to be married to him anymore. He cheated on me, and I don’t think it is the first time either. I think he has done this before.”

“Do you want to tell me who he cheated on you with?” Gus asked.