(Blair's POV)
"Blair, honey, what's wrong?" James pulls me against his chest, shielding me from the curious stares of other shoppers.
"I miss her, James. I miss Scarlett so much it hurts." The words come out broken and raw. "That little girl... she remembers me so much of Scarlett at that age. Same personality, same sweetness."
"I saw it too." His voice is tight, controlled in the way it gets when he's trying not to lose his temper. "But that doesn't change anything."
"If Scarlett had her baby, our grandchild would be about that age now. We should be buying candy for our own granddaughter, not for some stranger's child."
James's jaw clenches. "Scarlett made her choice, Blair. She could have stayed and worked things out like an adult. Instead, she ran away like a spoiled child who didn
