Amelia POV

I held Luke tighter than I ever had in my life.

My arm curled around his small body as if the strength of my grip alone could shield him from the woman’s words still echoing in my skull. His warm cheek pressed against my shoulder, his tiny hands hooked into the fabric of my gown, completely unaware of the storm clawing at my chest.

Ethan was only a few steps ahead, weaving us through the crowd after noticing how shaken I looked when I returned from the terrace. He kept glancing ...