CHAPTER 22

SABRINA’S POV

My eyes fluttered open and a huge smile blossomed—I felt like it was going to be a good day for me. I touched the other side of the bed and groaned.

It was empty and cold.

It had been a long while since Fynn suddenly changed. He no longer woke me with kisses, or brought me breakfast in bed.

Waking me up with kisses ended after the third miscarriage, along with breakfast in bed. The fourth miscarriage ended the calls he used to make during work. By the ...