He had an outside chance of winning her back, but his hopes were diminishing with each passing day. She’d had enough of his crap. He knew it was all his fault. Accepting it was much harder.

Rich walked the streets, lost in thought. Annie was everything. What she’d seen in him was a mystery. By the time he realized his mistakes, it was too late.

“How can I prove I’ve changed?” Rich begged, with no shame.

“You’d have to pull a baby from a burning building.” Annie couldn’t even look at him.

He stopped at an intersection, and looked up as an SUV crashed into the side of a minivan. A young woman slumped over the van’s steering wheel.

Rich rushed over and yanked open the door. Cries from the backseat reached his ears at the same moment he smelled smoke.

“Lady, get out of the car!” He raced to the passenger side, climbed in and grabbed the tiny baby.

Flames erupted as Rich reached the sidewalk. “Wonder if a burning car counts?”

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