Regardless, I can not dwell on it. I made my decisions, and now I am right here. The one factor I can do now’s every thing in my energy to guard my son. Caleb’s going to make use of him as a weapon. I do know he’ll. He is just about advised me so, and I hate it. I hate myself for being so cowardly that I stayed in Eire. I ought to have left the nation.

I scold myself for what I ought to have or might have finished. Then I take into consideration Annie and Dominick, and one other wave of unhappiness passes me.

I by no means cease questioning if Caleb killed Dominick. I hope he is okay, however I additionally know he might need everlasting harm from Caleb’s blow.

Then I take into consideration how excited they had been in regards to the child. I look at my son, and all of it makes me extra emotional, remembering how they had been prepared to welcome him as a grandchild with open arms. All of the kindness they confirmed me was in useless. It solely wreaked havoc over their family.

My son appears up and coos.

It pulls me out of my ideas. I look down, whispering, “Hey, sweetie.”

He opens his eyes, and so they’re as inexperienced as Devin’s, making me emotional once more.

I attempt to pull it collectively and kiss my son’s head. I vow, “Hello, sweetie. I promise I am going to deal with you.”

It appears to appease my child. He places his head again between my breasts, as if drained, and closes his eyes.

I do not understand how lengthy I am there, stroking his head, attempting to combat sleep, afraid that any individual will are available and take my son from me the second I do.

It is properly previous midnight, and apart from the nurse who is available in to examine on us once in a while, nobody else has been round. Each few hours, I go to sleep barely, however my son is at all times there, hungry, desirous to feed, and I can not assist however smile.

Seeing a lot of Devin in him makes me unhappy and glad, however I additionally know Caleb will most likely see it. In some unspecified time in the future, he’ll hate it.

I’ve to determine tips on how to escape him.

My worries by no means fade. My fears of waking up with out my son by no means do both, and it is properly into the following morning when there is a knock on my door.

I am exhausted. I look over, and Maeve is standing within the doorway with a bunch of flowers.

I seethe, “What are ya doing right here?”

Her eyes widen. She asks, “Can I are available?”

I do not say something.

She steps inside, shuts the door, walks over, and places the flowers on the desk.

“I requested ya what you are doing right here,” I snap.

She furrows her eyebrows. “I got here to see the infant. Caleb stated it could be okay.”

“Ya certain are buddy-buddy with Caleb, aren’t ya?” I accuse.

Her face falls. “No, I am not. Nor do I need to be buddy-buddy with him.”

“Certain might have fooled me.”

She glances between my son and my face in confusion.

I grip my son tighter, warning, “Do not contact him.”

She holds her palms within the air. “Okay. I actually did come to see how ya had been doing.”

“Why do ya care? Ya did not appear to care when ya advised Caleb the place I used to be, now did ya?”

Guilt fills her face.

I lash out some extra. “Ya even advised him that my youngster wasn’t his. Now he is utilizing that info as a weapon towards me. Are ya glad?”

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