SARAH
Malachi pauses. He looks down at Aaron, then to Ronan, then to Jaxon.
I see the horror that rests in Aaron’s eyes, and the looks on Jaxon and Malachi’s faces.
They’re all staring at me like they know something I don’t.
Do they know something I don’t?
“You don’t know? I mean, we assumed it’s why you two never had kids together.”
I clear my throat and take a step forward, as though it’ll help me make Malachi’s words clearer.
“Yes. We could never have kids due to a health condition. But the condition is mine. Uterine Hypoplasia.”
Malachi stares at me like I’m crazy, so I force myself to explain further.
“My uterus is underdeveloped. It’ll be impossible to carry a child of my own. I tried to bring up adoption or surrogacy over the years but he didn’t want to. So…”
I pause.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Malachi’s right fingers stroke his chin gently as he wears a thoughtful look on his face.
“I’m just trying to understand something.”
I raise my left brow.
“Okay?”
“So you’re suffering from Uterine Hypo…you know.”

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