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While Agathe struggled to breathe, the s*x-induced flush on Luke’s cheeks drained to sheet-white. His gaze swept over her bare tummy, as if searching for evidence of her past motherhood; she’d been young, and her body had bounced back almost completely. Aside from a couple of faded stretchmarks on her breasts, there was no way to know she’d ever carried a child. Though in many ways, she wished Elsie had left behind more scars.
She waited for him to make the next move, his silence unnerving. She crossed her arms over her chest, fearful he’d look there next. She’d endured many deep disappointments in life, but if this man shunned her over Elsie, much less what little carrying that child had done to her body, she’d quit Tiluma tomorrow and never speak to him again.
“You have a daughter.
