RHEA'S POV
The memory fades, and I am back in the SUV with Holmes, tears streaming down my face. The parallel is not lost on me; another hospital, another loss, and another betrayal. Miles chose Roxy then, and he is choosing her now, even as our child slips away.
History repeats itself, and I am always the one left behind, empty-handed and heartbroken. I catch Holmes's eye in the rearview mirror; his gaze is respectful but concerned. He says nothing and just turns his attention back to the road as he drives me home, if I can even call it that anymore.
Home should be where you are loved, where you belong, and where someone chooses you.
I have never had that. Not since my father and her sister died in that mysterious rogue attack, not with Lolita who I now know is not even my real mother
