he first thing I saw was Andrew' s face, etched with worry, his eye

y hand. "You passed out. The doctors said

e of hatred. The fog of love and trust had been

husband, fluffing my pillows and fetching me water. Then, wh

his tone gentle, "we n

ens

. broken." The word hung in the air, a deliberate, cruel choice. "He'll never be t

r adopting a healthy child. Someone to raise alongside Leo. To gi

d. He wanted to

d blood for... she's going through a hard time. She's thinking of giving her son up for adoption. A br

raise him on the fortune that should have been Leo's,

uelty, left me speechless. A cold, hard resolve settled

my expression c

aid, my voice stead