Zane~
Ten years ago, my world made sense.
Emma was my light, my home, the calm in every storm. I can still remember the exact feeling of her head on my chest as she fell asleep, her hair a silken curtain that smelled of mangos and forest moss. Every time she smiled at me, it felt like I could finally breathe.
But when she died giving birth to Alexander, that breath was ripped from my lungs and never returned. All I had left of her was him – our son. Her last gift. Her final breath woven into his first.
And gods, did he look like her. Those same soulful brown eyes. That same tiny dimple when he grinned. Every time he laughed, I felt like Emma was still with me, loving me from beyond the grave.
So standing here now, with Natalie's words echoing in my skull like a gunshot, I didn't know what to feel.
If Alex has always been my son and Natalie's in every lifetime, then… what did Emma get? What did her life mean? Was she nothing more than a surrogate for a fate she never chose?
