Sally's POV
You never ambush someone like Karl Thomson. Not when rage courses through my veins like poison, threatening to spill over at any moment.
The Karl I once knew had a hair-trigger temper. While I trust he would never lay a hand on me, I know he would find someone else to unleash his fury on. That never ended well for anyone involved.
The last thing I need is him landing behind bars just when I finally track him down.
Fury burns in my chest like acid. How could he abandon me like this? A simple phone call would have saved me years of torment. An email, a letter, even smoke signals would have been something.
All these years I have clawed my way through life, raising our son alone while mourning both him and my parents. Meanwhile, he has been living it up here, reunited with his brother, erasing me from his memory like I never mattered.
