She smiled softly. “I wanted to name her Tracy, but your eyes would light up at the mention of Aurora every time we talked about names. I knew that was her name. I knew that was exactly how you’d look at our daughter every day.”

“Did we try again?”

Jax shook her head. “I wanted to, but you weren’t ready. And then you threw yourself into your work and I—”

“Hated me for it.”

“I didn’t hate you,” she said quickly. “I wanted us both to heal, and I resented how you found that, anyplace but with me.”

“I wish I had an explanation for you. I wish I could remember why or how I left you.”

“I left you,” she blurted out. She felt Gretchen staring at her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at her. “I thought I could get your attention, make you see just how much I was hurting, but it didn’t exactly work out as planned. And then you filed for divorce.” She finally looked at Gretchen. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t understand any of this.”

“I should’ve tried harder to make you understand back then, and I should’ve told you how badly I needed you.”

“But why did I let you go? Even with everything that had happened, I’d loved you for so long. I wouldn’t just throw it away.”

She didn’t want to hurt Gretchen with the truth, so she brought the topic back around. “You didn’t tell me what happens next.”

Gretchen stood and walked to the door. She placed her hand on the doorframe and looked back over her shoulder. “We argued, and then we had sex.” Jax didn’t hide her surprise, not at Gretchen’s words or the shot of arousal she felt. “But then you found out I talked to Wyatt. You came home from work so angry. You ended things for good.”

She narrowed her eyes, examining Gretchen’s expression. “You’re not telling me everything.”

“I collapsed, everything went black, and then I was forced to relive it all.”

Gretchen left the room.

Jax looked straight ahead and caught her reflection in the dresser mirror. She couldn’t make sense of it. She’d give anything for an answer or a clear path. She refused to believe Gretchen’s premonition—or whatever she wanted to call it—was set in stone. Jax was determined to prove it.