I looked online and saw so many photos of newborns-wrinkled, scrunched-up,

honestly not very cute at all.

I really hope our baby is a beautiful little angel.

Forgive me for being so shallow, okay?

Anyway, I'm getting off topic.

That day, Nanette and I went to The Fitzgerald Group. I was standing by the door when I overheard what you said.

You said...

At this point, Victor noticed the dried streaks of tears on the letter.

He knew-his Isadora must have cried her heart out writing these words.

A crushing ache tightened around Victor's chest. His lips trembled, tears slipping

from reddened eyes and falling silently onto the page.

After a long moment, Victor forced himself to keep reading.

It's not true that I don't mind.

But I believe in your love for me.

So I guessed-you must have said those things on purpose, right?

That's why, more than being upset, I felt worried and uneasy.

remembered that time you came back from Europe, your chest bandaged in white

You looked absolutely awful!

not letting you get hurt

You hear me?

do for you. The only thing

that's just how

your coldness isn't real, my

can't even imagine what I'd become if you

now you want to scold me-wondering why I've

you sad now? Do you feel guilty for making

punishment: you have to be good to

I want

have to tell

time, let me be the one

me be the one to

blade—gentle, yet sharp enough to carve him open, again

pressing it to his brow.

felt a

slowly

him sitting

face drawn

she did, and

she woke, and his

thought struck her. She glanced down at her now-flat belly. "The baby— where is

drifted into unconsciousness, she'd heard the

"Our daughter's safe. She's

a shaky breath. "That's good.

will. As soon as the nurse finishes feeding her, they'll bring

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