Kendrick's POV
The night air outside the Lancaster family house was thick and suffocating.
My chest still ached from the way she had looked at Jasper, clinging to him as if he was the only man that mattered.
Her voice still cut into me like a blade as it continued echoing in my ears
"I thought I had lost our child."
Their child.
She had said it so clearly, so tenderly, but not to me.
The image of her trembling hand on his sleeve burned through my skull like fire and I had to leave because I couldn't stay another second in that house.
If I had, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from punching him in front of everyone, and I wasn't ready to make her go through any pain or fright.
I made my way to my car and slammed the door like it would ease the pain in my chest. My knuckles cracked as I gripped the steering wheel tightly.
Power
I took a deep breath when I remembered my grandfather's words.
