And her son....
Dakota's chest tightened until she couldn't breathe. Cooper. Her baby boy. The twin who'd survived.
Had she been overwhelmed with emotions when she'd held him? Yes. Had she looked at his perfect face and seen only the sister who should have been beside him? Yes. Had she been unable to feed him, to care for him, to be the mother he needed because her grief had consumed everything?
Yes.
She'd failed him. Had run into winter territory seeking death rather than face the reality of being a mother to only one child when she had carried two. And now he was being raised by Maya, sweet, perfect Maya who'd never failed at anything in her life.
Did Dakota even have the right to claim him anymore? To call herself his mother when she'd abandoned him in his first hours of life?
The thought made something crack inside her chest, sharp and devastating.
