Michaela’s POV.
I look up from the little munchkin and I see the man with honey blonde hair looking in my direction. I see his eyes fill with tears. The woman holding his arm gasps and covers her mouth with both her hands. I look at my father and he smiles sadly at me and I straighten my shoulders.
When Marco takes my arm, stopping me from walking. I look at him and he kisses my forehead.
“We are right beside you. This is for the best. You saved him and by doing that, you have given him a chance at life.” He says and I choke and nod my head quickly as I look towards the people. I push the stroller forward. My heart beating out of my chest as I tighten my grip on the handlebar of the stroller.
I keep my eyes on the man with blonde hair and a single tear rolls down his cheek and the wall
