My hands were shaking hard enough that I dropped the phone twice trying to call her back.
"Grandma." I paced toward the window, away from Marcus, away from the wreckage of the last ten minutes still sitting heavy in the room behind me. "What's going on? Are you alright? Is it the baby, did something—"
"I'm fine, sweetheart, and as far as I know, so is the baby." Her voice came through fast, tighter than I'd heard it in years. "But someone called this house twenty minutes ago asking for a comment about you and Marcus Steele. A reporter. She had details, Sienna. Your name. His name. Something about a pregnancy."
The floor tilted under me for the second time that hour.
"That's not possible." My voice came out thin. "Grandma, this happened forty minutes ago. I only just found out myself th
