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“Do you have the cash already?”
“Yes, I had the money borrowed against my company.”
Milo clears his throat. “If you only knew how fucking stupid you are for ever letting her go in the first place.”
I laugh once and toss my bag in my car. “Oh, I know, but I’m not stupid anymore.”
I hang up the phone and hear the ping of a text.
Sydney: Here is the information for the appointment tomorrow at two o’clock. I’ve given them your name as the father and let them know you may be attending, so there should be no issues with you going in. I want you to know that only Sierra knows about the baby. I don’t know if you told anyone, but I didn’t. I haven’t lied to anyone, but I thought you should know before anyone else. As for the other night, I had hoped, so much so, that you’d see how much I love you. I don’t know what else I can do, but if you choose not to come, then I’ll have my answer.
Oh, she’ll have her answer, and then she’ll have to make her own choice as well.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sydney
My leg is bouncing as I sit in the office waiting room, waiting. Not just for my appointment, but for Declan.
I haven’t heard from him in two days, and my heart is in my stomach at the idea that he’s not coming.
I check my phone again for any missed calls, of which there are none, and then send a text to Ellie.
Me: Hey, have you seen Declan?
Ellie: He left yesterday to go into New York.
The breath pushes from my lungs as though I’ve been punched. He left?
Me: You’re sure?
Ellie: Yes, he stopped by the house to let Connor and I know he was going to be gone for a bit.
He left me. He ... he went to New York. I knew it was stupid to get my hopes up, but I did. I thought that maybe he’d hear what I said and give us a chance. I’m such a fool.
Time and time again, he has shown me what he wants, and I keep trying to believe otherwise. Why do I never learn?
“Ms. Hastings?” A nurse calls my name.
“Yes.” I stand and shove my phone into my bag.
I may feel like falling to the ground and crying, but I won’t. Today is the day I get to see my baby. I’ll hear his or her heartbeat and, hopefully, find out if it’s a girl or boy. I may be alone, but I’m strong enough to do this.
“Right this way,” she says and extends her arm. “I’m Jenna, and I’ll be with you through the ultrasound. I need you to go in here and get changed. Once you’re ready, go through that door.”
I nod, knowing I can’t speak yet. I may feel determined, but I’m shattered at the same time. This is not the Declan I know. He wouldn’t do this to me. He wouldn’t abandon a child either.
I’m livid, and I will never forgive him for this.
Letting another deep breath out through my mouth, I close my eyes and try to push all of it from my heart.
But it hurts.
It hurts so much that it’s hard to breathe.
How can I love him while he’s so willing to break my heart like this? Why can I not let him go like he’s done to me?
Another tear slides down my face as I stand in this empty room and strip down. I focus on the mundane things like folding my clothing neatly. I slip the robe on and shiver. I feel cold, numb, angry, and disappointed.
