Dante's POV:
Surprised? No. I was actually stunned.
I knew apologizing would be hard, but I didn’t expect it to feel this f*****g impossible.
Maybe I could’ve just said, “I’m sorry, Eloise.” Simple. Direct. It would've been the smarter move. But I never did that—not really. The last person I remember apologizing to was my mother, and that was years ago.
And now… Eloise. I was about to make an exception. Not because I suddenly became good at saying sorry, but because I had no other choice. She needed to calm down, to come back into the bedroom and rest. All this running around...this stress...wasn’t just hurting her. It was putting the baby at risk. My baby is at risk.
I was left with no choice but to follow her around like a puppy going after it's momma's boobs and wincing.
"God da
