After that day, he disappeared for three days. When he came back, he looked like he’d been hollowed out.
He then threw an abortion certificate on the table and hoarsely said, “Alyssa had already lost the baby. Are you happy now?”
But I didn’t even glance at it.
He let out a heavy sigh, exhaustion written all over his face, then crouched down to hold my hand. “Sweetheart, I’ve already sent Alyssa away. Let’s just go back to how things used to be, okay?”
He had killed my child. He had taken away my ability to ever have another. And now, with one simple sentence, “I sent her away," he thought that would erase everything I’d lost.
Amara's POV
Grayson always assumed that if he bowed his head, I would forgive him without question. He didn’t know we could never go back to what we were.
When I said nothing, he tried again. “My friends put together a little get-together tonight to help us loosen up. Come with me.”
I started to refuse, but he grabbed me and hauled me into the car before I could finish the sentence.