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~Mia~
I struggled to keep stride with Ayden as we rushed through the main doors of the condo. He broke the grasp he had on my hand then slid into the passenger side of the golf cart. I did the same as I sat behind the wheel and then sped toward Chris’s office.
Ayden didn’t say anything nor did he look at me. He gripped the seat with one hand and the roof support-bar with the other. His jaw set while he stared ahead. I wasn’t sure what thoughts were rolling through his mind. Was he nervous? Frustrated? Hopeful?
Although I didn’t wish any harm on my niece or nephew, I knew what type of life the child would be born into. If Izzy was miscarrying . . . I hated to think it, but it might be best.
It wasn’t that I was envious of her. Even if the baby belonged to Ayden, it didn’t mean I wan
