Dusk Rain Over the City, Gone Is the Old Acquaintance
Language: en
After the miscarriage, I found new ways each day to torment Sebastian. I watched the cronut—one he’d searched all over New York to find—hit the floor for the third time. A faint smile still touched Sebastian’s lips. “You know, darling,” he said lightly, “you really are a handful.” He casually picked up the ruined pastry. “Lily heard about your miscarriage. She was so worried it would upset me that she… took care of her own little situation.” He paused, letting the words land. “You both lost a child. But the moment she was out of surgery, she was back home, doing my laundry, cooking for…