His Choice Wasn't Me
“No. No, this can’t be real.”
Tiana leaned slightly forward, her voice calm, almost soothing. “It’s real. You’ve already seen it in his eyes, haven’t you? The softness that no longer belongs to you. Now there’s a child on the way, his blood, his legacy. Tell me, Sarah, would you ask him to deny it?”
Sarah’s hands clutched her head, trying to hold it together as the café spun around her. Her vision blurred, lights scattering into painful stars.