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“No, corazón. You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” I assure her, aware of the tremor in my voice.

She stares past me, unblinking.

I brush her hair back from her face and glance around the room. I fucking hate hospitals. Nothing good ever happens in them. “Let’s get you home.”

She goes on staring, and I place my hand on her cheek, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her soft, wet skin. “Mel. You want to get out of this place and go home?”

She sucks in a deep, rasping breath. “Y-yes.”

“Good girl.” I help her off the bed, then grab her coat and purse. “Tedward is outside.”

She stands on shaky legs. “Can you take me to Tyler’s?”

“Not a chance, corazón. You’re coming home with me.”

“I’ll be fine. You don’t need to take care of me.”

Yes, I really fucking do. More than I’ve ever had to take care of anyone in my whole fucking life, I need to take care of you right now.I swallow down that retort. “There’s not a chance in hell I’m leaving you alone right now, corazón. Now let’s get the fuck out of this place.” I slide my arm around her waist, and I’m relieved when she offers no further resistance.

Curledup on the back seat of the car, as far away from me as she could possibly get, Mel barely said two words during the car ride home. Does she blame me for what happened? She has every right to. I upset her, and then I hung up the phone to go to a fucking charity dinner. I never should have left her alone, notwhen she was carrying my fucking child, and especially not given her history. I let her down badly, and I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself.

When we get home, I pour her a glass of cold water and she drinks it all down. Then she stands in the kitchen, looking so broken and lost that I want nothing more than to wrap her in my arms and tell her everything will be okay. But I have no idea if she wants that from me. I have no idea how to comfort her when my own heart is so beyond broken that to even speak of what we’ve lost would render me a complete mess.

“I’m tired,” she eventually says, her voice terrifyingly small and timid. “I think I’m going to lie down.”

“Okay. You need me to do anything?” I wince at the sheer fucking ridiculousness of my question.

She shakes her head and drifts out of the kitchen without another word, like she’s sleepwalking through the day and I’m not even here. As soon as she’s gone, I sit on a stool at the island and rest my head on the countertop. I’ve never felt as utterly powerless as I do right now. Never in my life have I been so completely impotent, and I would give anything to take her pain away.

With nothing else to do, I wander down the hallway and stop outside her room, pressing my forehead against the door. Her low sobs break my heart anew. My fingers curl around the doorknob, and I contemplate whether to go inside or leave her with her grief. But I’m drowning here too, and she’s the only person who has even an inkling of what this hurt feels like.

I push open the door and step inside, my eyes drawn to where she’s curled up in the middle of the bed, her arms wrapped around her body, which shakes with the violence of her anguish. Wordlessly, I crawl onto the bed beside her and band my arms around her. She melts into me, laying her cheek on my chest and nestling into my body like it’s the only place in theworld she belongs. I hold her while she cries, her tears soaking through my shirt as my own silent tears drip down my cheeks, and I let myself grieve not only for the child we lost but also for the future that was only ours.

Chapter

Fifty-Eight

MELANIE

Iopen my eyes, blinking at the rays of afternoon sun glaring through the window. Pain washes over me anew, and my heart breaks all over again. I’m curled up on Nathan’s chest, and my cheek is stuck to his shirt, which is soaked with my tears. I shift in his arms, and he mumbles something unintelligible.

I try to wriggle from his grip, but he bands his arms tighter around me. “Where are you trying to go?” he asks softly.

I sniff. “I-I soaked your shirt, sorry.”

He presses a gentle kiss to the top of my head. “You can cry an ocean if you need to, Mel. I’ll be right here.”

I sniffle again. “I’m stiff. I need to move.”

He hums but releases me, allowing me to roll onto my side. When he turns to face me, he brushes the pad of his thumb over my cheek. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you, corazón.”

I shake my head. “It wouldn’t have made any difference.”

He swallows. “It would have to me.”

“I did everything right. At least I think I did.” I blink away another tear.

He cups my chin in his hand. “You did, Mel. You did everything. This is not your fault. Tell me you know that.”

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