ing air

doors of the penthouse building, a simpl

d gave the driver an addre

up to a quiet, tree-lined street. C

of the private clinic. The faint, calm

rmly, taking her ID card t

area on the second floor. The plush sofa

potted Monstera plant. She picked up a maternity magazine

way, the elevator chim

f expensive leather shoes agains

the glossy page. A sickenin

ng through the wide green l

earing a light gray casual suit, looking softer

arm was a petite woman i

e Mu

ed, letting out a del

t his side, steadying her with frantic care. He leaned down,

laced a hand over her slight, barely-there bab

covered her hand with his, his eyes fille

to Charlie's chest. It shatte

ing down on her lower lip so hard she tasted blood.

n. He just hated the i

rse stepped into the waiti

eady for you," the nurse called

ike a gunshot in

ire body went rigid. His head s

's lung

low, and scrambled out from the blin

anitorial supply closet right next to the waitin

s long strides eating up the d

only thing left behind was a maternit

ark, irritated suspic

ng her arms around his bicep. "Wha

from the magazine. His exp

across the screen to fire off a rapid text to Milo: "Pull every transaction and medical appointment under Charlie Whitaker's name in t

bleach and floor wax, Charlie stood with her back pressed agains