Too Late for Your Regret
I clung to the hope that maybe the arrival of our child would bring us back together, and we could finally be the family I had always dreamed of.
However, I should have known better.
When I was six months pregnant, Caleb came home earlier than usual, a rare event in itself. He carried a folder, his face unreadable. He sat beside me on the couch, his arm pulling me into his chest, the warmth of his embrace so painfully familiar that my heart skipped a beat.
"Grace," he murmured, his breath tickling my ear, "you know Emily has kidney failure."
I froze, my body stiffening in his grasp. "Yes... and?"
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