CHAPTER 118

ZYLIAH'S POV

I ran out of there. Away from the pediatric wing. Away from the doctor's office where Fynn was. I found the bathroom and sat on one of the stalls, bawling my eyes out.

The pain was too much. The echo of his words—'whore,' 'baby factory'—clawed at me from the inside. I understood his anger, but to reduce me to that? It was a cruelty I hadn't known he possessed.

I didn't know how long I stayed there. But when my phone started to trill, I knew it would be Fynn. I ...