clamped over her mouth. She hunched over the toil
herself. A physical reaction
aring at her pale reflection in the mir
usually her favorite, sent another wave of sickness through her. Food felt lik
blank slate. The divorce was a done deal.
was from Colton, her architectural partner, about
felt real all day. It pulled her out of the suffocating role of "Mrs. Whitaker"
set the phone down, a though
t was almost
ough her. Her heart began to pound aga
ing. In this house, in their meticulously pl
nk. The last time. When was the last
mbled into her room by mistake. It was the only time in six months. She remembere
. "Sorry about last night," was all he'd said. "I had too
keys. She couldn't let this
avernous, sleeping house. The es
found what she was looking for. The cashier gave her a strange look. Kara realized she was s
he followed the instructions on the box, her hands trembl
she s
ar, pin
led her ears, and t
orce papers, she had discovered she was carrying his chil
hand instinctively going to her flat
thought: T
immediate and brutal
chip to cling to a marriage he was desperate to escape? She coul
For Seraphina, for his perfect, unta
losing around her heart. No. Ab
nancy test in layers of tissue, buried it at the very b
er phone to book an early morning
gallery in the city, she drove herself to a di
ed Dr. Evans, smiled at her. "Congratulations, Mrs. Whitake
photo and the official report, Kara stared out at the bustl
a resolve she didn't know she possessed. She
and go somewhere no one knew them
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