Chapter 492
Miley's point of view
He didn't turn around immediately, his broad shoulders rising and falling with a tense breath.
"I don't see any other choice, Maily..." He finally pivoted, his jaw tight. "...The doctor said the boy's mind can't handle a sudden rupture, and you heard him yourself."
I had heard him. And I had heard the unspoken sentence hanging in the air between us: that week by week, Adam would step further and further away from me until nothing was left behind except a hollow memory.
No. Not this. Not after everything I've already lost.
When Harold finally pivoted to face me fully, a flicker of startled hesitation crossed his features. He was looking at me the way a man looks at someone he thought he knew inside out, only to realize he was harboring a stranger. He asked with cautious uncertainty:
"Maily... are you alright?"
I offered him a tight, empty smile that stopped dead before reaching my eyes, my hands smoothing down the fabric of my skirt.
