Carmina
I walked into our master bedroom, a heavy sense of worry weighing on my heart. The conversation I'd just had with George about Cassie's fertility issues had left me deeply concerned for our daughter. I couldn't shake the feeling of sadness and regret that had settled in the pit of my stomach.
My thoughts consumed by Cassie's predicament. She had been so desperate to hold on to John, and in her desperation, she had chosen to deceive him. It was heartbreaking to see her tangled in this web of lies.
As a mother, I wished I could have spared her from this situation. I knew that she was not to blame for her fertility issues, but the guilt she might feel was a burden I feared she would carry alone.
"I'm so sorry, Cassie," I whispered to the empty room, as if my words could reach my d
