Of course, she knew that Izzy was someone else’s child.

And she knew she shouldn’t meddle in things that weren’t her business.

But she just couldn’t stop worrying.

She hated this part of herself—the part that cared too much.

"Eli, if you really want a daughter, then let’s have another one.

But… please, don’t keep someone else’s child by your side, okay?"

Samuel was pleading with ...