Not because I didn’t love her. Not because I didn’t want her.
But because I knew that if I had tried, I would have lost anyway.
They would have taken her from me either way. Giving her to them to put inside this incubator was going to be the better option.
I had nothing. No leverage. No power. Not against Damon.
I swallowed hard, my fingers pressing against the cold glass as I whispered, “I’m sorry, baby. I should have been stronger for you. I did not mean to fail you this way, but I want you to know that I had no other option.”
A lump formed in my throat, and I bit my lip to keep it from trembling. I refused to break. Not here. Not now.
But then I felt it.
The weight of a presence behind me.
The presence of the one person that I did not want to see, that I did not want to look at,
