CHAPTER 45 This Feels Like Fate

  "Are you satisfied now?"

  Daniel's voice on the other end of the call was hoarse and tinged with exhaustion.

  I froze, unsure of how to respond. He pressed on, his tone sharp and accusatory. "The baby is gone. Does that make you happy?"

  The implication stung—it was as if he were blaming me for their loss.

  "Chloe is still alive, isn't she?" I retorted, my voice edged with sarcasm.

  Daniel exhaled sharply, his frustration palpable. "Kate, I never thought you could be this vicious."

  "Vicious?" A cold laugh escaped my lips. "Maybe it's my child seeking justice."

  The memory of that night resurfaced—Daniel walking away with a black plastic bag. The scar in my heart tore open, exposing the raw wound to the wind, making it ache anew.

  Before I could say more, my phone was suddenly snatched away. A moment later, a warm body pressed down on mine.

  I couldn't make out Daniel's voice anymore, but Lucas's lips quickly overtook my thoughts.