EMMALINE
The air feels heavy. Too still.
No one speaks after the doctor’s words. My heartbeat fills the silence, fast, uneven, suffocating. I try to move, to breathe, but everything feels frozen.
Poison.
Miscarriage.
My child.
The words spin in my mind until they lose shape.
“Who?” I force out, though my voice barely sounds like mine. “Who would do this?”
Maggie’s hand tightens around mine. Her eyes shine with worry as she looks toward Alexander, searching for answers he doesn’t give. He sits rigid, jaw clenched so tightly it looks painful.
Then he stands abruptly, the scrape of the chair slicing through the quiet. “I’ll find out,” he growls. “And when I do, they’ll wish they’d never been born.”
The doctor clears his throat carefully. “My lord… whoever did this knew about the pre
