But as Teresa left the room, a heavy silence settled over Benedict. There he was alone and in the midst of the mess he had created, and the love he had smashed to pieces. The walls convulsed inward on him, presenting vivid reminders of how the emptiness Sabrina's presence once filled. His heart twisted painfully, now pressed with the weight of his mistakes that, at last, allowed him to finally break.
Benedict was looking at a bottle of supplements. The truth of Sabrina's pregnancy was like a punch to his chest-she was carrying his child. I did not remember the last time he showed her kindness, and more so, love. Now, the mother of his child, the woman who had stayed by him through everything, was gone.
A desperate hope flared to life within him. He had to set things right. He had to prov
