I kept my silence for twenty years. I worked hard to become a woman everyone respects. I've earned my medical degree, established my practice, and did so under the scrutiny of a town that will not forget I had a baby out of wedlock. In all that time, the name of my daughter's father has never slipped out. It wasn't to protect but to give her the security she deserves. I never wanted her blindsided with the same emotions I was every time she walked into a grocery store to find his face splashed on the cover of yet another magazine. the reason my heart beat under the Texas sun. And the reason I had a purpose of getting up every morning these last twenty years. I'm not surprised he composed a life without me. I always believed he could do it once he was no longer tied down. I guess that included me. What shocks me is the forbidden sense of longing that wells up inside me when we come face-to-face. I don't know how I managed to get a word out, how I managed to blink. After all, the last day I saw him, we made plans to leave. I was just left behind. He loved me - or so he said. I spent years thinking this gorgeous, tattooed rock god was a monster. The problem is, I just found out he isn't. But there's one that threatens my family. And I'll have to confront it because my daughter needs her dad. Now that he knows.