She'd be just like her own mother—abusive, cruel, and devoid of soul and heart. She couldn't have a child yet, not until Theo healed her a little more. For the last two years, he'd been a balm to her battered and troubled soul. Later, his calm and sweetness would have caught on, would have penetrated into her soul and made her the kind of woman she longed to be. She would have been ready to be a mother by this point and in control of a brand-new life. And yet he was the dad now. he had a baby with her at the moment. She gasped on a sob, imagining...