Chapter 66

Arrick gets up and comes to me instead, catching me by the waist, and tries to pull me to him, but I resist. Riled by the Spanish inquisition of questions and irritated that he is following me around and harassing me. I need him not to do this right now.

“I’m not in a touching mood, Arrick.” I try to shrug free, but for once, he ignores it and holds onto me tightly. Suffocatingly so.

“I know you’re confused and you’re hurting… I get that you didn’t want this, but it’s okay to feel sad that this happened. It’s okay to cry about this. God knows I did on the flight, Sophs… It was still our baby, even if it only lived a few short weeks. You need to grieve and take it easy.” He’s trying to be the guy he always is and be strong for me, but he’s failing. His words are etched with sadness, and his whole demeanor screams of a guy struggling to act okay, making me crazily trapped.

I did this, me, to him, of all people.

The guilt is like a heavyweight, pushing me to the