ONE WEEK LATER
~Harlow~
Leon and I return home from an ultrasound and are walking through the door when his phone starts ringing. He answers it as I walk into the house, only to find that Thane is home and sitting at the counter reading a newspaper. He sets it down as I make my way to the fridge, and I can hear Leon arguing with whoever is on the phone, still in the foyer.
“How did your ultrasound go?” Thane asks.
I glance at him over my shoulder. We hardly speak, and I prefer it that way. It is easier to just stay away from him than deal with his moodiness.
“Harlow?” he says, and I continue to ignore him, grabbing a bottle of water and moving toward the foyer to find out what has Leon so upset. As I pass Thane, however, he reaches out and grips my wrist, stopping me. I jerk my hand f
