So it was his, then; August had a sinking feeling in his gut. It didn't matter, did it? Freya was going to have a child and August was going to have no hand in it, because he couldn't.
"I'm sorry," August said, because he was. "I didn't know what to say, and then -" he had left it too long.
"I'm sorry," August said, because he was. "I didn't know what to say, and then -" he had left it too long.