My world ended 614 days ago. But who's counting? I had a perfect life once. A love that felt like destiny. Until cancer stole Charlie from me—and grief became my only companion.
I thought I'd given up on hope. Until I decided to fight for the dream Charlie and I never got to finish. A baby. A future. A chance to carry part of him forward.
Dr. Keegan Russo is supposed to be the answer. A brilliant fertility specialist. A man who promises science, not feelings. But nothing about him feels safe.
When he looks at me, I forget how to be broken. When he smiles, I remember how to breathe again.
Falling for him would be reckless. Letting him into my heart would be a betrayal.
But some beginnings are born from endings. And maybe some love stories aren't finished yet.
Contains mature themes.
