Mirela
“What’s with the shock?” Sarah asked, turning to face me. She was just a few steps away from the elevator.
I stood frozen for a moment, my mind racing. Yasmin was pregnant? The weight of her words finally sank in, hitting me like a freight train.
My chest tightened with a thousand unspoken questions.
Questions that might give me more answers than I could imagine. Questions like: When did she die? How did she die? And what did she mean by not being sure if Cole was the father?
“You said Yasmin was pregnant?” I asked, struggling to think straight.
Sarah’s lips stretched into a tight line, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern as she took slow, deliberate steps back toward me.
“You’re not actually thinking that Yasmin could be Arlene, are you?” she asked, pointing her in
