Chapter 11-Little George’s Cries

Caroline’s POV:

With his baby in distress, William hurried away without another word to me. I watched him leave, allowed to sit in the silence of his absence and be alone with my thoughts. He never loved me, I thought to myself. Why was I even here?

I composed myself in the mirror, getting a hold of my emotions. Although I was devastated, I couldn’t let myself be seen in such a state. It would show everyone that I was weak and overly-emotional.

With my tears finally dried, I carefully strolled back into the lounge, where I could hear little George crying out. Sophia and William were huddled on the leather sofa, softly crooning to little George as he wailed away. His cries couldn’t be calmed, however, and the new parents exchanged worried glances, stumped on what to do.

Whether it was just my nature as a mother or some feminine instinct, I unconsciously walked closer to the couple and their child, observing poor George. Looking past the tears, I could easily see how much he looked lik