“Vasectomy?” I whispered to myself. But I wasn’t the only one who kept repeating that word over and over and over again. My mum, Ace, Mary, and some of the other staffs in the room kept saying it. “What do you mean,” I asked, my voice cutting through the soft murmurs of everyone, “you had a vasectomy?” Scott turned to me slowly, his expression calm. “Yes, Sabrina. Exactly what it means, dear.” “When?” I pressed. “How long ago?” Ace leaned forward in his chair, eyes fixed on his father. Even the staff along the walls seemed to be interested in the answers to the question I had asked. Scott inhaled, then said quietly, “It’s something I did long ago. After my wife died.” The room shifted. “After Elsie passed away, giving birth to Ace,” he continued, his voice calm but unmistakably heavy. “I had it done not long after the funeral.” My heart clenched. “I loved her,” he said simply. “I still do. And I knew without any doubt that I never wanted another woman to carry my child. Not
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