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
His voice was c
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
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