Chapter 14: Red Roses

Derek looked terrible. Gaunt, unshaven, wearing clothes that hung loose on his frame. Prison was destroying him already. "Thank you," he whispered. I let him inside, my hand on my phone, ready to call 911 if needed. Derek walked to the cribs, staring at the sleeping twins with an expression I'd never seen before. Genuine grief. "They're beautiful," he said softly. "They are." "Lily has your nose." "She does." He turned to face me. "Vivian, I know I don't deserve forgiveness. I know...