Right then, another nurse stepped out, cradling a tiny bundle in her arms, her expression heavy with sympathy.
"Mr. Lawson... I'm very sorry. The other baby..."
She didn't finish the sentence, but she didn't need to.
I let out a hoarse, broken sob right on cue, my voice trembling as if it had been torn apart.
"My baby... my baby's gone..."
Only then did Derek's gaze shift to the small bundle. There was no grief on his face, not even a trace, just a flicker of disgust and something that looked a lot like relief.
"Got it," he said flatly, waving his hand like he was brushing off something insignificant. "Take care of it. Actually... wait. Don't waste it, just toss it to the dogs."
Vanessa looked at me with open anticipation, clearly waiting for me to fall apart, to scream, to lose con
