In a heart-wrenching tale of sacrifice, betrayal, and redemption, Makenna Lewasi faces her greatest challenge yet. Six years ago, she made a decision that shattered her own heart but saved her family. Now, as she stands on the brink of a loveless ma...
Dionysius hated himself. The PTSD was harrowing, the nightmares, the guilt, the shame, the fear, the child that appeared in all his dreams. It took another two weeks in his house in Vaduz for Dionysius to realize the exact magnitude and error of his ways, the full weight of his shame and guilt. By this time he was desperately lonely, hadn't yet mastered sleep and the superintendent Callum had given him the DNA results of the test Makenna had been forced to take to prove their baby's paternity. She had taken it on the day and right after Myrtle had tried to kill her, Callum had said. He'd watched the videos on loop, constantly, until he knew them backwards and in reverse, each movement she made, each look in her eye, each tear, each smile, each anxious pause when she considered saying something about him to the baby, when she weighed explaining that the world thought he was dead to their child.
He had struggled, of course, with the news, the rage and betrayal, the ways in which he'd been an absolute monster to her and then the happiness...the happiness had been the hardest to swallow. He didn't deserve it. He had wanted this baby so badly, so desperately, and to have endangered her, his daughter, time and again... He walked the floors of his vaduz residence like a ghost haunting it, sad, mopping, groaning in pain each time he recalled the fear in her eyes, the way he had thrown her against the wall, the way she had looked at him at their honeymoon. Finally, broken, hopeless and dismayed, he booked his flight to Edinburgh and made his way to her house. She opened the door barefoot, in paint-stained overalls, a sweater, as if she had been expecting him to show up. Wordlessly she led him through the house towards the sun room, stopping only to show him the nursery that she was working on, excusing the state of the house because she was currently nesting, trying to get the baby's room ready before the baby got here.
He should've been the one to do it himself but...
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"I'm trying to make it gender neutral and to put some more plants and a chair here." She says of the baby's room
"Or the plan is to always come into the sunroom to breastfeed, even at night so we can look up at the stars." She says leading him into the sunroom
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Her step was measured and it felt more like she was giving the house up for inspection than intimating anything to him. She kept at a safe distance too, even as she offered him a seat and some tea.
