DAMIEN
I was mad.
Not just angry—furious. The kind of fury that starts deep in your chest and burns until it’s the only thing keeping you upright.
My knuckles were white on the steering wheel the entire drive home. Every red light felt like an insult, every second another reminder of what I’d just lost.
Our baby.
The words wouldn’t stop echoing in my head. She lost the baby.
I still couldn’t believe it. I’d stood there in that hospital hallway like an i***t, trying to breathe while everyone looked at me like I was the villain in her story. Maybe I was. God, maybe I really was.
By the time I pulled into the driveway, my chest felt tight, my throat raw from holding back tears. The house lights were on, and I cursed under my breath. I already knew who was waiting inside. I was
