Soren clutched his fists as a mixture of emotions surged in his chest. He plopped on the bench and ran his fingers through his thick locks.
Why do I feel tingles and guilt at the same time? Am I even supposed to feel happy!
He remembered Caelen's tears and his chest tightened. "He is clearly suffering," he mumbled under his breath. He is right, it's all my fault. I controlled myself for such a long time, why couldn't I think of using protection?
"How could I do that to him?" He leaned back. He clearly hates me so much. He must be feeling devastated right now.
He closed his eyes to forget about Caelen's crying face, but the more he thought about it, the more it dwelled on him.
The next morning, Wariza walked into the one room house and saw Caelen still sleeping, wrapped under the sheets on the bed, while Eiran was watching TV.
"Good morning," she greeted Eiran gently. "Papa doesn't have to go to work today?"
"Good morning," Eiran stood up to greet. "He will."
