He looked at her. He could only assume what question was weighing on her mind. "Rachel," he said. "You're probably wondering why I didn't come looking for you and the baby..." The baby. He wondered what the baby was like. Was it healthy? That would be his next question.
"The truth is, I got in a lot of trouble, and I didn't want to risk you being on the run with me forever... I knew I couldn't settle down, and you deserve better." He looked her in the eyes. "Dammit, Rachel, I'm sorry."