Lana squeezed her hand. “And you can tell them the truth. That he existed. That he made mistakes. And that you chose what was best for them, even when it hurt.”
Tears finally spilled over Lena’s lashes as she nodded slowly, defeated but resolute. “I hate this,” she admitted.
“I know,” Lana said, pulling her into a careful embrace. “But sometimes doing the right thing doesn’t feel noble. It just feels heavy.”
Lena closed her eyes and rested her forehead against her sister’s shoulder, her hand never leaving her belly.
Heavy didn’t even begin to cover it, especially as her thoughts drifted towards another Specter man… Zayn.
Two days ago, when she heard his voice through the intercom, it had been like an electric current ripping through her entire body.
A sharp, violent zap.
Lena could
