His knitted brows made her heart ache a little.
Claire reached out on impulse to touch his face, but before contact, he suddenly awoke and looked at her in alarm.
"You're awake? Thirsty? Let me get you water."
Steve poured her a glass of water, gently bringing it to her lips.
"Drink up, sweetheart," he coaxed.
Tears welled in Claire's eyes as she watched.
'Is this a dream? If not, how could I see Steve from before?'
"Don't cry, honey. I was wrong. I shouldn't have blamed you. Grandpa took Irene himself. You had nothing to do with it." Wiping her tears, he added, "We'll have another child."
'Child?' Claire froze. 'Was I truly pregnant?'
That sensation in the bathtub hadn't been imaginary. She'd distinctly felt a tiny life fading from her body—the loss had been real.
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