Tori’s POV
After the night I spent with Cayden, I had expected to see him again, but I didn’t.
He never once came to visit. There was no compassion, no concern, and no want or desire from him.
I was nothing more than a task—a tool he needed.
I had no clue how I was gonna get through all that waiting around. Kas, figuring I might be going stir-crazy, showed up with some paint, and we set about fixing up the nursery.
"I'm thinking of painting this nursery a baby blue," I said. I knew I'd never get to raise the kid and see it grow, but I wanted to do something for it all the same.
Just the thought of never laying eyes on the baby again after it was born made my eyes sting. Kas asked if I was okay, and I just said I was good. So we got to work with that paint, and Kas told me it was the kind that was safe for expectant moms to use.
I really appreciated her looking out for me like that.