Colin doubled over, the pain so intense that black spots swam in his vision, but he still forced himself to lift his head and look at Hilary. "Hilary, please, just trust me one more time."
"Trust you one more time?" Hilary let out a soft laugh. "And then what, let you lock me in a morgue again so I could reflect on my mistakes?"
Her words cut into his chest like a knife.
He remembered the sight of her being dragged away by security that day, the cold iron door of the morgue, and the way she had curled up in the corner with her arms wrapped around her belly.
What had he been doing at that exact moment? Keeping Tiffany company while she tried on wedding dresses.
His voice trembled as he spoke, "I can explain. If I had known you were pregnant, I never would have done something like that.
