CHAPTER 22
SABRINA’S POV
My eyes fluttered open and a huge smile blossomed—I felt like it was going to be a good day for me. I touched the other side of the bed and groaned.
It was empty and cold.
It had been a long while since Fynn suddenly changed. He no longer woke me with kisses, or brought me breakfast in bed.
Waking me up with kisses ended after the third miscarriage, along with breakfast in bed. The fourth miscarriage ended the calls he used to make during work. By the fifth miscarriage, I was struggling to make my husband look at me.
I’d smile and pretend all was well, but it really wasn’t. A sigh escaped me.
Well, there was nothing I could do. But this one was a boy—the first boy. Others had been girls. So I should feel good about this particular one, at least.
I’d re
