Maya POV
I heard about the miscarriage from Lucas.
He called me on a Wednesday evening while I was still in the office going through court documents, his voice carrying that careful, measured tone he used when he was delivering information he knew was going to require a response from me that I might not be ready to give.
"Briar Whitmore lost the baby two days ago," he said. "She was admitted to Harbor City General on Monday night. Complications. The pregnancy did not survive."
I set down the document I was holding and sat very still for a moment.
Whatever I felt about Briar, whatever she had done, a lost pregnancy was not something I could receive without feeling the weight of it. That kind of loss sat in a category entirely its own. It did not matter who the person was or what they h
