Chapter Thirty-Nine
Michaela
“What?” His surprised question barely louder than my declaration.
All that mattered was Jonny was gone.
The love of my life. My only love. The only man to know all of me.
He’d never…
He’d never know the child growing inside of me.
That little bean was the only thing that made me open my eyes every day. I would’ve happily lain in the ground with my husband otherwise.
What was I without him?
Squeezing my eyes shut, I mentally shook off the flashback to that day.
“Michaela?” Lincoln said.
Spill it and be done with it.
“It’s a C-section scar. I was pregnant when Jonny died. The baby hadn’t turned when I went into labor. They couldn’t coax him to move on his own, so the Caesarean was the back-up plan. It’s always an OB’s backup plan.”
“When you said had
