Chapter 71
Amber Whyte
I held them closer to myself like they were the air that I breathed. Tighter like I never wanted to let them go.
Time stood still.
My grip around them tightened like they would vanish if I pulled away.
Like my happiness depended on them.
Because it did.
A burst of unexplainable joy exploded in my chest, yet, I couldn't stop crying.
Not because of how insanely beautiful the nursery was. But because of the undiluted love, affection, and dedication they had toward my unborn twins.
The devotion of fatherhood.
It brought back unpleasant memories of my childhood.
The raw hatred, pain, hurt, and near-death experiences that I had to endure from my own father. From my family.
The neglect that made me question my life.
From the moment I was born, my childhood was
