Was this what he had to look forward to for the rest of his life? Waiting around for Charity to break up with her flavor of the month and shack up with him for the weekend?
He ignored the call, and instead opened up his photo album. He navigated to a folder labeled ‘Home,' which was where he stored the sorts of pictures he didn't let himself look at very often. It was filled with snapshots of a backyard wedding, baby's first Christmas, and his wife. Technically ex-wife.
Fuck that. Tank Stanfield wasn't a pushover. He wasn't one to sit idly by and just let life happen to him-he went out and made his own destiny. If it was too late, it was too late, but he had to find out for sure.
Tank was going to stand and fight for what was his. And God help his ex-wife if she thought she was getting away this time.