“You should have called me.”
“She begged me not to.”
“And you listened?”
“Yes,” Natalie said. “Because someone needed to.”
Then Mitchell appeared behind her with a baby bottle in his hand.
For eleven months, I had turned him into a villain.
But he only looked tired.
“I asked her to call you,” he said.
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because I married Livia. I don’t make choices for her.”
A baby cried inside the house.
Then Livia stepped into the hallway.
Her hair was shorter. Her face was thinner.
But it was her.
My daughter.
Holding a baby wrapped in yellow.
“Livia,” I whispered.
I stepped forward.
She stepped back.
“Please don’t yell,” she said.
Those three words hurt more than any accusation.
I almost said, “How could you do this to me?”
But Liam’s warning echoed in my head.
So I stopped.
“No,” I said. “That’s the wrong question.”
