“I’m sober, Pamela. I want to see the girls. And you.”

At first, his voice had covered her like a warm blanket, deep and smooth. Then reality kicked in and she snapped back. “You don’t have the right to see the girls or me. You haven’t been around for eight years.”

“I know I don’t deserve a second chance, but God has changed my life.…”

She hated the thrill that warred with the fury at seeing him. He looked good. Older. A little more worn, but still so handsome he made her heart beat faster.

She spat the words through gritted teeth. “You need to leave. You have no right…”

He lifted his hands in surrender. “I’m not going to say anything to them. I never planned to without your permission.” He placed his hands against his chest. “But I want to see them. Just see what they look like. That’s all.”

He could never get those years back with Pamela and with his girls, but he planned to spend the rest of his life making it up to them.