“Look… he has your eyes,” she said softly, brushing the baby’s cheek.
Ethan’s throat tightened. “Yeah… he’s perfect,” he managed, though his voice felt чуж.
In eight years together, he had never once doubted Rachel. She wasn’t someone who lied or betrayed. She was the kind of woman who prayed, who endured heartbreak and treatments, who never gave up hope.
None of this made sense. Unless…
