At 9 p.m., Vincent came home beaming. "Meredith, we landed the Sutton Group project!" He loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes, bursting with pride. "I brought home your favorite baked cod from that place you like. Bridget wanted to come and thank you herself, but I told her no. I know you need peace and quiet now that you're pregnant..."
The entryway was dark. No lights were on in the living room. He stopped talking.
"Meredith?"
Frowning, he switched on the chandelier. The silence was unnerving.
"Where did she go at this hour? Doesn't she know she's pregnant?" he muttered, tossing his briefcase onto the sofa.
Then he saw the coffee table and stopped short. The sheets of paper stood out starkly under the light. He went over and picked up the top page. It was a procedure record: Te
