Chapter 67

Emma woke to the sound of hushed voices in Jack’s kitchen. For a moment, she forgot where she was and why everything hurt. Then reality crashed back - the miscarriage, the hospital, the terrible fight with Alek.

“She’s been sleeping for about two hours,” Jack was saying quietly.

“Thank you for taking care of her.” Alek’s voice was rough with exhaustion and emotion.

Emma sat up slowly, her body aching in ways that had nothing to do with flying. Through the doorway, she could see Alek and Jack standing awkwardly in the kitchen, two men who shared a complicated history with the same woman.

“Emma?” Alek noticed her movement immediately. “I’m here.”

He crossed the room in three quick steps, dropping to his knees beside the couch. His hair was messy, his clothes wrinkled from the flight, and his eyes were red-rimmed with worry.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms. “About the baby, about our fight, about everything.”

Emma melted