Chapter 3

Before I knew it, tears were spilling down my face.

When I was pregnant with Lucas, the morning sickness was brutal. I couldn't keep anything down and kept losing weight, so even at eight months, I barely showed.

Evan couldn't stand seeing me suffer. He got a vasectomy before I delivered, insisting Lucas would be our only child.

Whenever Lucas misbehaved, Evan would sit him down and tell him never to upset me, because I'd given every ounce of my strength to bring him into this world.

Every single time, Lucas would press his head gently against my belly and…