Verena 

I sniffled loudly, cheeks a streak of mascara and dried tears. I couldn't care less for the number of eyes that stared at me as I tightened my grip on the bag slung over my shoulders and trudged home. 

All I could think of was the fact that my baby would've been four if I hadn't had a miscarriage. 

I wouldn't cry anymore. It was all in the past and—

The moment I lifted my gaze and caught sight of Daxton standing at the gate, fresh sobs racked through me as I came to a halt. A worried expression on his face and just as he turned, his eyes...