Chapter 120 The Emails
- Kayla
- I hesitated, unsure of what to say, what to think, or even what to feel.
- The baby—Nicholas’s son, or at least the child everyone believed was his—lay cradled in Anna’s arms, his tiny face scrunched up in blissful sleep. He was so small, so fragile, his little chest rising and falling like a hummingbird’s wings.