Matthew stood in the middle of his office, the silence pressing in again, heavier now that Sophie had gone.
Her words still lingered, circling, refusing to settle into anything manageable.
Pregnant. The word did not sit quietly. It scraped against everything else in his head, colliding with thoughts he had been trying to keep separate.
He exhaled, dragging a hand across his face before reaching for his phone.
Isabella. If there was any place he could regain some sense of control, it had to be there.
The line rang once.
Then clicked.
“Hello?”
Matthew’s brows drew together instantly.
The voice was male. Deep and unfamiliar.
For a second, he didn’t speak. Then, slowly, “Who is this?”
A pause followed on the other end, the faint sound of movement in the background, something shiftin
