The self-mockery in his tone made the air heavy. He was disappointed, yes, but more than that, he was shattered. Somewhere deep down, he believed that he had failed not only his unborn child, but Sylvia as well. He hadn’t been the husband she needed, and now, this was the consequence. He didn’t even know how or why the tragedy had unfolded the way it did.
“Don’t talk like that,” Arnav said quietly, leaning forward, his voice gentle yet firm. “God… perhaps He has a bigger plan for you both. This… this isn’t the end.”
“I…” Raellyn hesitated before adding softly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interfere. I just… I wish I could say something that helps.”
Arsene closed his eyes briefly, the weight of their sympathy pressing on his chest like an invisible hand. Her voice gentle and fragile, onl
