Dafne White’s POV
The door closes, and I can no longer hold back my tears, letting out a sob full of anguish.
“Damn it, Daf!” Grace rushes out of the room and hugs me. “I’m so sorry, girl, I’m sorry this is happening, I know you love him.” I hug her neck, leaning into her embrace.
“I can’t ask him to stay, it would be selfish and illogical. It’s not his baby. I knew he wouldn’t be able to handle this news, even so, it hurts to know that we won’t be together.” Her hand rubbing my back comforts me, and I think about the baby growing inside of me.
It’s not their fault. They didn’t ask for this, and I can’t spend my time crying. It’s so hard to achieve; I feel like they opened a floodgate, and the tears just inundate me.
“It’s complicated, Daf. I understand both of you; even so, that i***
