Image healed their son, sitting on the edge of the bed cooing softly. His heart still hurt, hurt for everything that had happened, the death of their daughter was one wound that was never going to heal. Maybe if he did something different, maybe if he had found a better way to handle the pregnancy.
All the guilt in the world on his shoulders, That was not something he could deal with at the moment. There was Daniel and he was the clone’s heart, his everything, and he was overjoyed by what he did have, broken by what he lost.