Chapter 220 Little Steps

• AUTHORS POV
• Tessa calling Pedro a terrible dad set fire to his bossom. He felt like dying, because for the first time in years he felt like a failure.
• The clock on the wall read 12:07 a.m. The corridors of the private hospital wing were hushed, the kind of quiet that only came with exhaustion, uncertainty, and faint antiseptic smells. The room where Dean lay was dim, lit only by a soft bedside lamp casting a gold hue over his small sleeping frame.