Georgory's Pov
Emma would be like, “They were all aborted by my father.” Her voice was steady, but the words hit me like a brick, leaving me breathless.
I stared at her, my heart pounding in my chest. The air between us thickened with her revelation, and suddenly, the room felt too small.
I leaned down, my knees buckling as I sank to the floor, the cool surface grounding me against the whirlwind of emotions.
I brought my hands to my face, pressing against my forehead as if I could keep the world from spinning out of control.
“Why?” I choked out, feeling the tears welling in my eyes, threatening to spill over. “How could he do that to you? To them?”
The tears came unbidden, streaming down my cheeks. They fell in torrents, each drop a release of the anguish I had kept bottled up insi
