When he saw me, he took a step forward.
“Amara.”
“You shouldn’t have come without telling me.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I just wanted to see you.”
“You could have asked first.”
He lowered his head.
“You’re right.”
I folded my arms.
“What do you want?”
He held out the gift bag.
“I brought something for Grace.”
I did not take it.
“You cannot buy your way into her life with gifts.”
“That’s not what I’m trying to do.”
“Then what are you trying to do?”
He looked at me, and for the first time since I had known him, he seemed unsure of what to say.
“I want to make things right.”
I let out a slow breath.
“You cannot make the past disappear.”
“I know.”
“You cannot give me back the seven years I spent believing you would marry me.”
“I know.”
“And you cannot give me back the nights I cried while carrying your child.”
