A Doctor's Comfort

Maeve's POV

Hearing that baby's piercing cry inside Nora's foyer shattered the last pathetic bit of hope I harbored. Earlier, I had stood frozen, forcing my gaze down into the velvet-lined stroller. The kid staring back at me was a miniature version of Gideon himself. The resemblance crushed me. Big, familiar eyes. A prominent nose. The very shape of his tiny jaw matched the man who had broken me