Late at night in the Peach Grove Villas, south of Yannburgh—
A white minivan was parked in the garage of a two-story home. The master bedroom window on the second floor was still lit.
"Just stay here and rest, alright? The surgery's next Monday, right?"
"Yeah," Celeste Harper nodded.
"Today’s already Friday. That means there’s only two days left."
"Mm-hmm."
"Can you say anything besides ‘mm-hmm’?" Lily Garland sat up and flicked on the bedside lamp, turning to look at her lying next to her, her voice rising slightly. "You told Ethan Shaw about the baby’s condition at least, right? Does he even know you’re pregnant?"
Celeste winced under the sudden brightness, raising her hand to shield her eyes. She didn’t answer.
“I knew it. You didn’t tell him anything, did you?
