“He almost killed me. Ahmeek. He sucks the air from my lungs and leaves me to die. And you wanted me to hand my babies off to him like it never happened. I couldn’t do that. I just couldn’t. I gave him my heart once before, and the way he tore it apart—” Morgan stopped and shook her head. “Yara and Ssari are living, breathing pieces of me. Of my heart. They are my heart. He doesn’t have a good track record of protecting my heart.”
