before he could answer.
She bent forward sharply.
Instinctively, he caught her.
I watched my husband wrap his arms around a woman who was clearly about to give birth.
The hallway seemed to blur.
My first thought was ugly enough that I hated myself for having it.
Is that his baby?
Then my mind raced backward.
Adrian’s Cincinnati trip six weeks earlier.
The Saturday he disappeared for five hours and claimed his brother needed help.
The calls he had started taking in the garage.
The password he recently added to
