The headline won’t stop replaying in my mind.
Was It More Than a Miscarriage?
More than.
What does that even mean?
The article is vague.
Speculative.
Cruel.
It hints at negligence.
Corporate stress.
“Sources close to the couple.”
Sources.
I don’t remember much.
But I remember one thing clearly now.
Marcus had access to everything.
My calendar.
My hospital schedule.
My breakdowns.
My anger.
If someone wanted to twist my pain into leverage—
He would know how.
Adrian is already on the phone when I step into the hallway.
His voice is low.
Cold.
Controlled.
“Pull the IP trace.”
A pause.
“Now.”
He ends the call when he sees me.
“You shouldn’t read it again.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
I am.
My fingers are still clenched around my phone.
“Who leaked it?” I ask.
“I’ll
