Chapter Seventy Seven

Kylie’s Pov

Kylie, those first two months felt like an endless abyss of grief and guilt. I couldn't forgive myself for not being able to save our son. Each day was a struggle, and I drowned in self-blame, refusing to let anyone pull me out of that dark place. Cole, desperate to reach me, tried everything. He pleaded, he persuaded, but I built walls around my pain, shutting him out.

I moved into another room, isolating myself from everyone and everything. Days passed without eating or letting anyone in. Cole, using our mental link, reached out countless times, his voice a mix of concern and heartache. He begged me to stop hurting myself, insisting that my pain was tearing him apart. I blocked him, not wanting to hear anymore, wanting to be left alone in my despair.

The exhaustion reached a breaking point, and one day, I fainted. The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital bed with drips attached, and Cole was sleeping in a chair beside me. Seeing his peaceful sleeping form, so similar t