Marcus's POV
The boxes fell across the polished marble floor, coming to a stop right against the toe of my dress shoe.
I looked down.
Pregnancy test strip.
Pregnancy test Cassette.
My brain stuttered. The date, the night I had been working late, the night Sarah had been reckless and furious, the night we crossed a line that should have remained professional.
My stomach dropped. The timeline snapped into focus with terrifying clarity. It wasn't just about Kayla’s situation anymore; it was about us.
I looked up, my heart hammering against my ribs, and locked eyes with Sarah.
She looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole. Her face was flushed red, her eyes wide with a mix of shame and blinding panic.
She scrambled to grab the boxes, her fingers fumbling on the marble f
