Chapter Forty Seven
Ace’s heart was still unsteady from the moment she saw him, Jameson, standing in the warm light of the council building. When he asked, with quiet shame coiled through every word, if she would spare him a moment. “I know this is… a lot to ask,” he murmured, unable to meet her eyes. “But may I have a moment of your time? I’ll leave my office door open. I just… there are things I need to say.” His voice trembled. Not from fear of her, but fear of himself. Ace hesitated, the weight of her pregnancy shifting uncomfortably beneath her coat. Yet something in his expression, a mixture of regret and humility, softened her just enough. She nodded once. The receptionist stopped her before she could follow him. “Oh, sweetheart, let me take your coat,” the woman said brightly. “They keep it warm
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