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began to ask why Hunter was always asking about who he had his eye on, but Hunter always shook it off as an inquisitive older brother. Reed would be an ass and state that Gage, the oldest, could have given two shits less who Reed had in his sights, so Hunter tended to say that was why he was the more caring brother. He knew Reed never believed him, but considering the alternative of telling him the true reason why his curiosity always played a factor, he would take what he could.
    Bianca had turned and now placed the plated sandwich in front of her son, who didn’t want to eat his favorite childhood sandwich.
    She took the opposite stool at the counter before taking a bite of her own sandwich. When Hunter’s remained untouched after her first few bites, she snapped her manicured fingers in front of him to snap him out of his trance.
    “Something wrong, kiddo?”
    “Uh, no. Thanks, Mom, for the sandwich, but I guess I’m just more tired than I had originally thought. I’m going to head up to bed and get some rest before the big day tomorrow.” He stood and kissed his mother’s cheek.
    “Are you sure you won’t stay home for a couple of days? There won’t be so many guests after tomorrow, and you haven’t been home in so long. I believe you told me that you don’t have class until Tuesday afternoon. That would give you a couple more days at least.”
    With firmness he never used in front of his mother, he said clearly, “No, after Gage and Krista leave the reception, I will be heading back to Boston. I plan to be back in my apartment tomorrow night.”
    Feeling bad for the pain he saw in his mother’s face, he gave her another kiss, this time atop her head, before telling her that he loved her and heading out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his old room.
    He needed to get out of that town and away from all the memories of how stupid he had been.
    Pulling his Jeep into his driveway brought him out of his memory led spiral. He got out and headed inside.
    He climbed the stairs en route to his room, when he passed the other bedroom. A bedroom that remained dark and empty too often for Hunter’s happiness.
    This overly purple, stuffed animal filled, ruffled, and laced concocted room belonged to his beautiful daughter, Leah. The child he shared with Allison. As he leaned against the white doorframe, he looked at the empty room and thought, of all the unplanned ways his life had gone, the best thing to come out of it was Leah.
    She was the apple of his eye and everything to his heart.
    After Hunter had returned to Boston with the unwanted knowledge that Molly’s life really had gone in the opposite direction than he, he had a newfound determination to make his and Allison’s relationship work.
    Unfortunately, it was easier said than done. Between his commitment to his studies, the odd jobs he could work around his schedule, and all the demands of first year of med school put on him, it left him little time to devote to romance. But that didn’t mean he didn’t try. However, Allison had grown bored with the lack of attention and had moved on. It was then he had decided to put any prospects of romance out of his mind and just focus on his studies.
    Three years had passed and he was about to graduate before heading into his internship at Mass General Hospital, a highly coveted intern program, when Allison resurfaced. They had gone to dinner, a celebratory occasion, which included an unending supply of champagne that she had insisted on to mark his impending accomplishments. When the dessert had been consumed and the bottles of bubbly had run dry, they fell in a tangle of limbs into her apartment.
    Hunter had awoken the next morning with an enormous sized hangover and a note left on the bedside table stating she wouldn’t be back until later that evening and that she would call him in a few days.
    A few days had passed and the call never came. Not that he didn’t know how to reach her either, but Hunter had