He should be running—far and fast. But he couldn’t. Just couldn’t. He had an inkling of what she must have suffered—and with such quiet strength. Hadn’t he seen his mother suffer—for years—as the other children she’d longed for had never eventuated? Hadn’t he felt the helplessness, the hopelessness—hadn’t he seen the heartbreak? Yes, he knew something of the devastation Ana must have felt. And even though that baby had been unplanned, even if she’d never wanted children, he could understand why and how its loss had devastated her. Because wasn’t there a hurt inside himself right now? As if a part of his heart had been skinned. A facet of it he hadn’t felt before. Hadn’t he missed out on something precious too? What would that child have looked like? Would it have had her vivid blue eyes or his pale ones? Undoubtedly it would have been tall and dark… He closed his eyes and blanked his mind. Not going there. Kids had never been part of his plan—never would be.
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