Dylan was the only good thing that had ever come out of her relationship with Dash. He was their son, and he had just turned twelve. Dash had left Son...a when Dylan was three, and Dylan didn't remember him. He looked upon 'Frankie' as he called J. Francis, as his father.Now, at the age of thirty-two, Sonya was finally happy and getting married.The door suddenly burst open and framed in the doorway was Dash.Sonya leapt from her chair and snatched up her silk robe to cover her near naked. I walked down the hall to her room.She hadn't closed the door. Inside, she'd peeled off her sweat-soaked leotard and pulled on a pair of shorts. She was sitting on her bed in the shorts and a black sports bra staring into space."You okay?"She blinked. "I guess. It just hurt." I know," I said and sat down beside her. "I wish I could make it better."Traci hugged me. "My big brother. He'd fix everything if he could."I kissed her forehead."I wish ... Sometimes I wish..." Yes?" I prompted."I wish. More

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