Amanda’s lips pressed together for a brief moment, but she quickly recovered, offering me a soft, pained look.
Cain ran a hand through his hair, clearly torn. “Luna…”
I didn’t let him finish.
“She has a room, Cain,” I said, “She should use it.”
Amanda let out a small sigh and rubbed her stomach .
“I don’t want to cause trouble. If Luna is uncomfortable with me being in your space, I understand.”
She was playing the victim perfectly. And I was almost impressed.
Cain exhaled, glancing between us.
I could see the gears turning in his head, the struggle to balance responsibility.
Love....that was if he actually felt that for me.
Love and responsibility for the child.
If it as as heartless as mom, I would have simply told him from the onset to get rid of the child.
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