I hated that this was one of them.
I brushed his hair away from his forehead.
“Okay.”
Tyler pulled out a chair.
He sat slowly.
Then he looked at Vanessa.
“The photograph isn’t what Claire thinks.”
Vanessa’s eyebrows rose.
“I’m more interested in what I think.”
Tyler said nothing.
She leaned toward him.
“You told me I had twins.”
My heart stopped.
Mason’s fingers tightened around mine.
Vanessa continued.
“You told me there were complications. You told me one baby survived and one didn’t.”
Tyler closed his eyes.
“You were barely conscious.”
“So?”
“You were sick.”
“So?”
“You had lost a lot of blood. The doctors—”
“Tyler.”
Her voice broke on his name.
For all my anger toward her, something inside me shifted.
This woman had accepted my husband’s proposal less than an hour ago.
She had thought she was entering the happiest day of her life.
