Abigail stood frozen. Her fists were clenched at her sides as though gripping onto the last threads of strength she had left. Every fiber of her being screamed to turn away, to retreat back inside the safety of the house, away from the danger of feeling again.
But the cries...
The sharp, desperate cries of the tiny infant pierced through her chest like needles, refusing to let her go. She pressed her lips together, shaking her head firmly as if she could drown it out.
“Abi,” Kai whispered again, his voice trembling. “You don’t have to say anything to me. You don’t even have to look at me. But please… don’t ignore our child...”
Her eyes snapped to his, brimming with unshed tears. “Don’t you dare put this on me,” she said in a whisper so thin it almost broke. “I walked away for a reason.
