Soon, Valeria stirred as the anesthesia wore off.

"How are you feeling, Valeria?"

Hutton's voice softened.

Rosalynn rose swiftly, approaching. "Valeria," she said softly.

“Rosalynn."

Valeria focused, then greeted Rosalynn first.

“How are you feeling?"

Rosalynn asked softly.

Valeria glanced at Hutton, touching her abdomen instinctively.

“Where's our baby? Is the baby okay?"

At the mention of their unborn baby, Hutton's eyes teared up.

He squeezed Valeria's hand, struggling to speak. "The baby... didn't make it."

Valeria's eyes widened. "What? How could..."

Hutton couldn't find words in his grief.

Rosalynn jumped in. “Valeria, you two have time on your side. You can try again."

Tears welled up in Valeria's eyes. She grabbed Hutton's hand and struck him hard.

“It's your fault! You killed my baby!"

Hutton took the hits without protest.

“It's on me, all on me. Go ahead, just hit me!"

Rosalynn's brows furrowed. "Valeria, you just had surgery. Take it easy. If you want to smack him, do it when you're feeling better."