Evan Willow's brows furrowed, seeming to disagree. Amanda Smith lifted her head and said to him, "Evan, no matter what you say this time, I won't agree." Her lips were tightly pressed together, yet a tremor still betrayed her effort to restrain her tears. Her eyes brimmed with moisture, as if she were fighting back the urge to cry.
If a person was sentenced to death at twenty, what meaning was left in the days that followed?
She couldn't let even this one last hope be taken from her.
Absolutely not.
Evan Willow looked at her, on the verge of tears, and pain surged through his heart. He reached out to embrace her and whispered, "I'll do as you wish."
This was the only instance of Amanda Smith's willfulness, a matter concerning her life. He couldn't choose for her; even if she ultimately suffered a lasting ailment from this, since it was her own choice, he was willing to let her make it.
He knew that if Amanda lost this child, she would truly regret it for the rest of her life.