She jerked her head up, her eyes blazing with sudden hope.
She snatched my hand, crying out, "Amelia! You forgive me!"
I wrenched my hand free, looked away, and said flatly, "Isabella, we're both adults. Every choice we make has consequences. You picked him... so this is where we end things."
"No, Amelia, that's not right! I beg you to forgive me!"
God knows I wanted to forgive her.
But every time I looked at her face, all I could see was them, tangled together in desperate passion, on the very day my baby died.
"Isabella." I closed my eyes. "Go home. Don't make me hate you."
The word "hate" hung in the air, and she stumbled back a full step.
She choked back quiet sobs as she backed slowly out of the room.
Finally, silence settled over the hospital room...
I rubbed my throbbing t
