When she got home that evening, Claire Sinclair held her medical report and stared at it for a long time.
Adrian Quincy, thinking she was already asleep, came into the room and saw her staring into space. His heart tightened, and he strode over, taking the report from her hands and setting it aside before pulling her into his arms.
"Claire, don't overthink this. We'll have another baby."
"Will we really?" Claire murmured.
The thought that her own ignorance had cost them their first child sent a sharp, twisting pain through her heart.
It was their first child, and just like that, it was gone.
"It's all my fault..." She buried her face in his chest, her body trembling slightly with self-blame. The more she thought about it, the sadder she became.
Adrian Quincy knew that women could easily be triggered by their surroundings, especially when faced with the pain of losing a child. He needed to be extra gentle to soothe her—and himself.
