Charlie POV
When she finally stopped giving me the deadly glare, she spoke up. “I finally found the Lily you lied about.” She scoffs a wild laugh from her lips.
It's as if the hair at the back of my neck stands immediately. “ Lily?” I think out loud, startling her more by whispering her name.
“f**k, who is the florist to you?” She blurts out, tears rolling down on each side of her eyes as she lays flat on the bed.
I’m tempted to move closer to her, but the way she stares at me gets my feet glued to the same spot. She has every right to feel this way because she’s just lost something precious to her. Her womb—I understand she can’t imagine not being able to give birth again. I know it hurts, but we can push our way through; we can adopt babies anytime, and that wouldn’t make me love her
