170: EPILOGUE PART 2

LORENZO’S P.O.V.: When Isabella walked in, her eyes were swollen and rimmed with tears. She was holding onto Lily tightly as if she were worried that she would disappear. I stood patiently by the counter with a mug of hot chocolate in my hands for her. I had a hunch about how the talk was going to go; I didn’t expect it to be this bad. “He was at the hospital,” she said finally, and I stayed silent. “I deserved to know.” “Yes, you did.” “You should have let me make the decision. You shouldn’t have sent him away.” “Both you and Lily were at risk of dying. You had an emergency C.S., and you were cursing everything and everyone. The last thing you needed was more stress, and we both know that is what Mac would have been. I knew that, he knew that, and he was content to come later, but he had to go away for a while.” She pursed her lips but stayed silent. Even she couldn’t argue with my logic. Lily’s birth was one of the scariest points in my life. I had never felt so human and fragi