hite. The pregnancy test on the floor was a silent mock

er mind. I will personall

r feet and spread thr

was innocent. It was the only thing in t

it deep in the trash. She turned on the faucet, splashing cold

wer abdomen again. A faint, unfamiliar sense of connection ga

ew York-Presbyterian Hospital. As a doct

a senior resident from her department. His fac

nd brown eyes filled with genuine concern. Donte had been her

. Probably just low blood sugar

oat. "Here, for energy. If you need anything, just call me." H

tients. Adela forced herself to focus, to push

nausea rolled through her. She clapped a han

k in one of the stall

the door, his expression worried. "Adela, are you sure you

probably just my gastroenteritis acting up. I'll prescribe myself som

d her privacy enough not to push. "Alri

Her back was slick with cold sweat. Hiding this in a hospit

harmacy. She decided to consult the old family journals her grandmother, a brilliant homeopath, had left

ary, her phone buzzed. The name on the screen

de

empty stairwell befo

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e hosp

e. It's my grandfather's birthday dinner. You will

rowed. "I'm stil

Moran. Don't make me repeat myself." T

ne wen

she had resolved to protect her secret, she was being summoned back to the man w

Donte a hurried goodbye. He watched h

the black Maybach was waiting, its lic

er. She slid into the leather seat, feeling as