Chapter 33

rounds of IVF, and Caleb had never once accompanied me. Always “working late” or “too busy.” I, someone so afraid of pain, had bitten down hard, like an idiot, learning to inject myself with ovulation shots, leaving my stomach a canvas of needle marks.

It wasn’t that he was busy. His time, all of it, was for Seraphina.

The signs of love and indifference were so painfully obvious.

Caleb, I really don’t have the energy to keep playing this game with you.

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