Elsa
A surge of anger rose in my chest, and before I could hold back, my words slipped out, sharper than intended. "At what cost, Father? At the cost of your child? Why are you so quick to sacrifice your children for the cause?"
He stared at me, visibly taken aback. "Is that what you think about your marriage to Adam?" he asked quietly, his voice laced with hurt.
I sighed, trying to keep my voice calm but unable to shake the frustration I felt. "No, Father, but you have this way of putting the well-being of everyone else above that of your own family. You don’t mind sacrificing those closest to you if it’s for the greater good. But that’s not fair. That baby didn’t ask for any of this. You have to think of the life growing inside Alison. That child deserves protection."
He took a step
