Kael's POV
The doctor pulled a chair and sat before Eira, her composure steady and calm. She watched Eira weep, clutching the emptiness in her arms as though she still held her child there, gazing down at him as if he had never left.
The sight tore into me. My throat tightened, my chest felt unbearably heavy, and my eyes burned.
If only that incident didn't happen in the past, if only she wasn't framed. Perhaps today she would be holding our child instead, and we would be living the happy life together. Because she was meant to be fine. Our fates had already decided it.
At the same time, the thought of having a child with her overwhelmed me. I wished I could look forward to that future, but I knew it would take time. She needed healing, not only in her body, but deep within her broken spirit.
"His name is Ray?" the doctor asked gently.
Liam had already explained Eira's condition, and that she had once borne a child.
Eira nodded, tears streaking down her pale cheeks.
