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Anthony wrapped his arms around my waist, settling his chin on my shoulder. "It's good to see their little family reunited."
"Yeah. It's a shame they had to be apart in the first place."
Anthony heard the regret in my voice. "Stop doing that, Anna. It's not your fault."
I remained quiet, silently watching. Happiness was painted in bright colors on Daniel's face while he swung his son in the air. And Layla was a striking beauty, and I was convinced it was her love for Daniel and her son which made her so beautiful—inside and out.
My heart ached thinking of what Zoloft had taken from me. How he ripped my God-given right to bear a child from my body. "I can never give you that."
"Anna—"
"I can't give you a child, Anthony. A family." I placed my hands on my stomach. "Zoloft made sure of that."
With a swift twist of my hip, he turned me to face him. "Don't. All I want is you."