Even now, he still wouldn't give her an ounce of hope.
He didn't want this baby.
He hadn't changed his mind from the very beginning.
His reply—so blunt and firm—was like a sharp knife, slicing through every last bit of hope she had left.
Amelia slowly loosened her grip on Simon's hand.
"I'm sorry,"
she murmured, so softly it was barely audible.
God knows who she was apologizing to.
Maybe it was to Simon.
Maybe the child.
Or maybe... she was just apologizing to herself.
"I'm sorry..."
She shut her eyes as a tear slid silently from the corner.
And in that moment, she couldn't tell which hurt more—her body, or her heart.
All she could feel was a biting chill seeping through her limbs, and that sudden warmth trickling down from below.
Her lips tur
