Amelia could not breathe.
The fertility report trembled violently in her hands.
The words blurred before her eyes.
Biologically incapable of fathering children.
Verified.
Confirmed.
Official.
Impossible.
Her entire world seemed to tilt beneath her feet.
"No..."
The whisper escaped her lips again.
Damien stood across from her, watching carefully.
Concern had replaced his usual cold composure.
"Amelia."
She barely heard him.
Her mind had already traveled seven years into the past.
Back to a rainy London night.
Back to a younger version of herself.
Back to a man she had never truly forgotten.
Damien Blackwood.
The man who had shattered her heart.
The man she had spent years hating.
The man she had spent years believing was Jethro's father.
But if this document was real.
