THANE'S POV

Seeing Andera had brought up all the anger, frustration, and hurt I had locked away. I told myself I would look past what she had done and move on from it for the sake of our children, but the wound cut too deep; I wondered if it would ever truly heal.

I reached the doctor's office. My heart beating erratically in my chest as I pondered over the condition of my daughter. I silently cursed myself for the minutes I wasted exchanging words with Andera.

The doctor stood up, pushing her curls behind her ear.

“I'm Tiffany's father.” I blurted out. “Tiffany and Timmy's father.” Andera came up...