The drive back to Frostholm was quiet.
Outside the car windows, the landscape passed in the fading afternoon light. Mountain roads, pine slopes, the last of the autumn color on the lower hillsides. The same road she had come up on. The world looking identical to what it had been this morning.
Everything else felt different.
Sarah sat beside her. She had said very little since they’d left the hearing room. She was thinking. Rhea knew her well enough to recognize the look.
Owen was in the front. Caden was beside her again, not reading this time. He was looking out the window. Or appearing to. She thought he was probably doing the thing he did where he appeared still while processing a great deal at speed.
“She isn’t pregnant,” Sarah said finally.
Rhea looked at her. “You can’t know tha
