Cole's POV

Aside from the steady rhythm of our breathing, the room was quiet.

Her head rested on my chest, I began to stroke her beautiful hair. Which ran through my fingers. “Amelia,” I called her in a soft whisper. My breath fanned her face.

With her fingers motionless against my skin, she raised her head a little. “Yes.”

“Can you listen to me? There's something you must know about.”

“What is it?.”

I paused, looking up at the ceiling trying to summon the strength to ...