Drew’s leg shook, and he made a concentrated effort to stop it. He’d never been nervous in his life. Back when they had been teenagers, he’d worked to keep Charity, but once he had her, he had her. He’d let her go because he knew he’d had to. If he hadn’t pushed her, she wouldn’t have left and then he would have hated himself for the rest of his life. Chances were they would have hated one another sooner or later, and who knew where they would be now.
“You leaving?” Liam asked as he went around the kitchen, picking up the plates the family had eaten on. He did his part in the family hierarchy as he took them over to the dishwasher and started loading it.