This baby had been so hard to conceive—a miracle after the miscarriage six months ago. I'd believed it was the universe's way of making things right. That the three of us were finally going to be happy.
But now.
I closed my eyes. Tears slipped from the corners, unstoppable.
Baby, I'm so sorry. But Mommy can't bring you into a world with no love.
"Ms. Harding?" The voice on the other end pulled me back. "Your procedure is scheduled for two days from now. Please arrive on time."
"All right. Two days. I'll be there."
A knock rapped against the car window.
I whipped my head around.
Dustin Delgado stood outside the door. The dim garage lights stretched his shadow long across the concrete. His hands were shoved in his pockets, and the sharp planes of his face were carved into hard, cold lines by the half-light.
Those deep-set eyes—the ones that had once made me fall—were locked on me.
"Cecily." His brow furrowed. "Two days from now? Where are you going?"
### Chapter 2
There was a time when Dustin's voice—low, magnetic, rough at the edges—could make my knees buckle just by saying my name.