Katrina pov
*What did she want to talk about?* I asked myself, my heart hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against my ribs.
My mind spun into a dizzying vortex of worst-case scenarios. Did Cove call her? Had he driven straight to his stepmother, broken and furious, to tell her what he thought he saw? No, that didn't make sense.. He wouldn’t just run to her to cry about his marriage. But if it wasn't Cove... then what? Did Theo have levers I didn't know about? Or did Anna’s corporate eyes see something else entirely?
I pressed both palms firmly against my stomach, feeling the desperate, protective urge of a mother who was already fighting for her child’s future. *I am fine. We are fine,* I whispered internally, a silent mantra meant to soothe the burning anxiety in my throat.
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