Again?
Confusion flashed across his face. What did she mean? This was their first child… wasn't it?
Nathaniel stared at her, stunned, trying to make sense of it. Had she lost a baby before and never told him? Or was she just too shattered right now to speak clearly?
He shook the thought off and tried to steady himself.
"It was the only option," he said, choosing his words carefully. "If I hadn't signed the consent form…"
"You signed to kill my baby," Zara cut in, choking with emotion. "Our baby." Her fists clenched the bedsheet. "Didn't your hand shake? Didn't your heart stop for even a second?"
Nathaniel couldn't speak. He swallowed hard, the memory of that moment weighing heavily on his chest.
He had hesitated. His hands had trembled. But in the chaos, in the urgency of that moment, he had chosen her well-being over the baby.
But the words he reached for came out wrong.