"What did you say?" The words sounded as though Adrian had forced them from deep in his chest, his voice trembling and broken. "A D&C? Did she miscarry? When did she get pregnant?"
On the other end of the call, Mark hardly dared to breathe. "She's... she's 6 weeks along. The doctor said the pregnancy was normal, but your wife insisted on signing an informed-consent form for an elective termination."
6 weeks.
A roar filled Adrian's head.
6 weeks ago was the day Reed Group landed the huge Euravian energy contract.
For once, he'd been happy that night and hadn't gotten drunk. Sober, he'd held Ivy against the floor-to-ceiling window in his study and taken her again and again.
Afterward, he'd kissed her sweat-damp back and casually said, "Ivy, maybe we should have a baby."
It was the fir
