The mistake
Henry, still in shock, gently reached for Lucy’s hand. “We can go back home, take our time, and sort this out together,” he suggested softly, trying to provide some comfort. But with tears streaming down her face, Lucy looked up and shook her head. He didn’t understand the mistake she made. She looked him in the eyes and whispered, “It was your child, Henry.” The words hit Henry like a wave.
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