His child. His and Lois's child. A tiny life that had only just arrived in this world, that had never seen its mother's face or its father's, was gone. It was his fault. His stubbornness. His willful blindness. He had killed his own child with his own hands and pushed away the woman he loved most.
"Godfather, please don't be too sad. You still have me. I'll always be by your side."
Selene's voice drifted from behind him, laced with practiced tenderness. But to Samuel's ears, in that moment, every syllable grated like nails down glass.
