SIENNA
The café door had barely shut behind Daniel when a vicious surge of triumph shot through me. He’d walked away without another word after my warning, but I saw it in his eyes, the flicker of fear.The blackmail had landed perfectly. He wouldn’t dig too deep.
I should have felt relieved. Instead, acid burned up my throat as I drove, one hand pressed to the swell of my belly.
Before heading home, I stopped at the hospital for my routine prenatal check. The familiar sterile scent and soft beeps of monitors usually calmed me, but today my nerves were frayed.
The doctor, a kind woman in her fifties with gentle hands, performed the usual ultrasound and blood pressure check.
“Everything looks good, Sienna. Baby’s heartbeat is strong—around 145 beats per minute. Growth is right on track
