Chapter 35

Gavin watched Giselle holding Penelope. She looked gentle and moving, her eyes cast downward, revealing a delicate, fair neck that radiated maternal warmth. Gavin couldn't help but remember when Giselle had first become a mother. She was only 20, still practically a child herself, and yet responsible for another little life. Her movements while holding the baby had been tense and awkward. During the first two months after Penelope's birth, Gavin had spent more time holding her than Giselle had. At some point, everything had changed. Giselle had transformed from a lively, sweet, and considerate woman into someone petty, self-centered, lost in her own world, and blind to right and wrong. Gavin couldn't even remember when it had begun. Giselle looked up, her gaze calm as she met his. "What do you want to say to me?" Gavin sat down, locking eyes with her. "You don't have anything to tell me?" Giselle said bluntly, "No." Gavin's expression darkened, his face tight. "Giselle, last