/Amber’s pov/
"Can you tell me what hurts, Angel?" he asked as he kissed the side of my cheek with his bowed head.
"It's something in my tummy," I explained. The fact that I couldn't look at his face when he knew we were going to lose the baby was out of my control because I didn't want to see his sorrow and pain. I sobbed as I buried my face in the carpet of the living room. The entire situation was my own responsibility.
Should have just gone ahead and remained at his house, as he had suggested. It is possible that if I were there right now, the baby would be safe and Mike would not be in jail. Because I was present, he hit my father; if I had simply remained in the room, he would not have done this. Why couldn't I have simply followed his instructions and remained in place?
"Jake
