Splintered Oak (Winsor, #3)

by T.L. Gray

I may be single now, but one day would be someone’s wife and would have to account for the relationships I had before my husband.

My voice shook and the tears mingled with the rain. “Lord, I am a broken man, abandoned, lost. I have nothing to offer you, nothing to give you in exchange for what I seek. I want to be restored; I want the pain to go away.”