Thinking back now, maybe all of this was karma. I got involved in someone else’s fate, and I had no one to blame but myself.
Cherity had more patience with him than I’d ever seen. She gently coaxed him for a long time before Barrett finally calmed down. When he turned and saw me, the tears started to fall again.
“I’m sorry, Garland…” he cried.
“You don’t need to apologize to him,” Cherity cut in coldly, staring straight at me. “That night wasn’t your fault. The fact that I got pregnant with your child means that was all meant to happen.”
She turned her attention back to Barrett. “Babe, you’ve been like family to me for a long time. No one can take your place.”
She pulled him back into her arms and kissed him softly.
“Don’t ever run off like that again, or I’ll truly lose my mind.”
In the end, she took Barrett home with her.
Heart aching, she held his small frame with trembling hands, kissing his forehead over and over—five or six times on the way back.
Moved by her possessive love, Barrett dropped to his knees in front of me the moment we got back to the villa.