I vowed, and I meant every word I said.

Every single one of them.

I laid back, accepting my fate, as my hands moved to my belly one last time.

“I’m so sorry, my angel,” I muttered weakly.

There was no need to pretend anymore, we were going to die.

It was too late anyway.

My vision turned hazy, blood loss finally getting to me.

And right before I closed my eyes, I heard a masculine voice call ...