Dominic turned, his gaze fixed piercingly on his assistant. The assistant felt a shiver run down his spine, stifling any other words he might have meant to say, and simply handed over the crumpled medical report and the phone.
Dominic took them. At a single glance, he recognized the report—the one Evelyn had tried to hand him at the elevator.
The wind on the rooftop made his breathing ragged. His fingers went numb; he didn't dare open it. It felt like Pandora's box, possessing a terrifying power while carrying boundless misfortune. The fear in his heart, warring with a sliver of hope, finally drove him to open it.
Pregnancy, threatened miscarriage, miscarriage...
The three words stripped away his final pretense. His Evelyn, their shared child, was gone, lost to a miscarriage. Dominic c
