Chapter 4

"You never believed we lost our child, did you? So, I put our baby in this little bottle as a gift for you. What do you think? Do you like it?"

The small bottle seemed like a hot iron in his hands. Patrick looked at it for barely a second before flinching and tossing it aside in terror.

"No... No, it can't be! That’s impossible!" He backed away several steps, trembling, disbelief etched across his face.

"How could you be pregnant? The doctors said your chances of conceiving were so low."

At his words, Sarah’s voice shot up, the tears she had been holding back streaming freely down her face.

"A low chance of getting pregnant, not none at all! Patrick, do you even know how much it hurt when my stomach hit the rocks? Do you understand the pain of losing our baby? Do you know how devastated I was when you didn’t believe me? Do you realize how much faith I lost in you?"

With every word she spoke, the light in Patrick’s eyes dimmed further until there was nothing left but the same hol