We could have easily looked at these photographs for the next several hours, but then Hunt knocks loudly on the door. “You wrapping things up?” I shove my phone back into my pants pocket. Shane’s face falls. “Sorry,” I say. “It’s okay,” he says. “Thank you. For showing me those pictures. I know you didn’t have to do that.” “You’re welcome.” His brown eyes are so sad, it almost breaks my heart. “I’m glad you never brought him here. I wouldn’t want him to see me like this. I wouldn’t want him to know that his dad is…” “Yeah…”
