“But what if”—her voice wobbles, the sound twisting a dagger in Solomon’s stomach—“what if I’m not Serena?”
“You don’t have to be Serena.” His gaze rakes over Tessie where she stands, her arms clutched around her belly. Like she has to protect Bear. So much doubt and worry in her eyes it makes him sick. “I don’t want you to be. You’re Tessie. You’re my Tessie.”
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