My voice was flat, devoid of emotion. "And I'

"What are you talking about, Sarah?

xic. I won' t bring a child into it." My earlier resolve, born

nger. "You' re not getting rid of my

tional. You' re pregnant. You do

. "For your own good," he said. "Until you' re thinking clearly." I was a

Hayes, Olivia' s mother. She was a woman with sharp features and an even sha

se, her gaze sweeping dismissiv

ipping with false sympathy that didn' t reach her eyes. "Poor

er? I almo

ith Ethan' s child, of course. It happened that night, after the festival, wh

as this another lie, a way to solidify her place? Or

eds a proper room. This one will do. We' ll just clear out yo

didn' t know I possessed surging t

my most treasured possession. "Tacky," she muttered, and then it slipped from her fingers, or perhaps she l

th it. I lunged at her, not

in at that

on here?" he yelled, pulling m

an, she attacked me! I just came to share ou

streaked and contorted with anger. He seemed to soften for a

e this, Mrs. Hayes. Or touched Sarah' s things." His voic

urned back to me, the l

nant. It' s not mine, Sarah. I swear. We haven' t... not like that. She' s confused, scared. I' m going to take her to a clinic, over

f something – was it hope? Or just exhaustion? – went through me. He wanted our baby. He wanted us. But the image of him wi

n to take Olivia away, g