“What do you mean it’s too late?” he demanded, his heart skipping a beat.
“Annie…” Catherina’s voice faltered for a moment. “She’s lost the baby.”
Henry’s stomach twisted at the words. His mind raced as the reality of what Catherina was saying began to settle in. Annie, the girl he had tried to protect—his child’s mother—was in danger.
“What? What happened?” Henry barked, his voice suddenly sharp, the weight of guilt flooding through him.
“She was crying when you left and she drank something I don't know what she was thinking… she fainted,” Catherina continued, her voice almost too calm but filled with lies. “I think… I think she’s miscarried. I tried to call you, but you weren’t picking up. It’s too late now. You should have been here.”
Henry’s world tilted on its axis. The breath in
