By the time Victor woke the next morning, I'd regained control of my emotions.
He frowned slightly at the dark circles under my eyes.
"Didn't you sleep well last night?"
I nodded.
Then he seemed to remember something. A flicker of anxiety crossed his face. "Did you hear anything last night?"
Bitterness filled me, but I shook my head. "I just had a nightmare."
His tense shoulders relaxed, as though he was relieved I hadn't heard their conversation.
Monica came out of the guest room, her eyes still a little swollen.
Instinctively, I looked at her belly, then took in the rest of her appearance.
I'd been so lost in my own misery these past 2 days that I hadn't noticed how much fuller she'd become. She had always been meticulous about her appearance. Now she was wearing a baggy sweatsh
