Megan POV

Grief is not something that can be overcome in a matter of months, but it grows softer over time.

However, two months is not enough time.

The loss of my brother, who raised me, my mate, who had been my heart, and then the death of my unborn daughter, whom I had been the cause of, is enough to break a person.

Not a day goes by when I don’t regret my actions and wish I had listened to Lucas.

My hands settle on my flat stomach as I sit on the rock outside the home that had belonged to me and Kael. I have been living here...