Lucian
“It’s not going to be easy convincing her,” I told Darian, watching him try to piece together a plan in his head. “You really hurt that girl.”
He didn’t argue. He couldn’t.
“She went through this alone, Darian. Three months under her father’s roof, six months under ours—and during that time, you barely acknowledged her. Refused to stay in the same room. Ignored her like she was some burden to endure.”
I shook my head, frustrated.
“Mara’s barely a few weeks into her pregnancy, and I’ll tell you right now—it’s not easy. It’s exhausting, emotional, messy. And Tiffany had none of the support Mara’s getting. You left her to figure it out alone.”
His eyes dropped.
“You’ll need a lot more than promises to fix this. You’ll need a miracle,” I said bluntly. “That girl’s mind is made up
