His voice, thick with resentment, spilled from his lips.
He sounded so heartbroken, as if he were about to shatter.
The anger in Holly Sinclair's heart inexplicably faded.
'Am I made of stone?'
'Wasn't she heartbroken, too, by the decision to not have this baby?'
'Of course, she was heartbroken too.'
'This was her child too, after all.'
'But this child… it wasn't one she had hoped for!'
'For the rest of her life, all she wanted was to draw a clear line between them, not be tangled up with him forever.'
'So this baby should never have happened!'
'Since this baby shouldn't exist, what was wrong with her for correcting the mistake?'
'She was reluctant and heartbroken, but wasn't it better to just rip the band-aid off?'
Holly Sinclair felt she had made the right decision.
"Holly, why can you accept Candice, but not this one? They're both our children..."
He murmured endlessly in her ear, his voice full of sorrow.
She didn't want to explain, nor did she feel the need to.
