“Faye?” I leaned forward, keeping my voice low.
No response.
Her gaze locked on the same empty spot, wide and distant in a way that made my stomach tighten. I tried again, softer this time. “Hey, look at me.”
Still nothing.
Her lips parted like she was about to say something, but the sound never came out. She looked… emotional. Not frightened exactly—just deeply affected. Like whatever she was seeing reached somewhere inside her I couldn’t touch.
I felt my heart rate spike. I reached across the table, brushing my fingers over the back of her hand. “Faye.”
That did it. She blinked hard—once, twice—like she was surfacing from underwater.
Then she let out a shaky breath, and her hand moved on instinct, pressing flat against her belly.
Her eyes glistened.
“The baby,” she whispered.
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