Two years earlier, on a rainy night. Even with a high fever, Amaris drank round after round of alcohol to shield Stellan.
His project depended on that investment, and the head of the company would only seal the deal by drinking with her.
She drank until her stomach burned, until her vision blurred, and finally stumbled into the restroom where she retched violently. Yet when she returned home, she still smiled and signed to him.
"It's fine. It's done."
Three days later, she was sitting in a meeting room at his company when a sharp pain seized her abdomen. Warm blood soaked through the hem of her dress.
When Stellan arrived at the hospital, his face was ashen. He held her hand tightly, repeating the same words over and over:
"I'm sorry."
Amaris looked into his red, swollen eyes and on
