"I want you off anything that man hands you. Effective immediately. And Mrs. Voss." She hesitated, choosing her words. "I have reason to believe what happened to your wolf and what happened to your baby may be connected."
I nodded. I didn't feel my own head move.
When she left, I pressed both palms flat against my stomach and let the tears fall onto my jeans.
Are you there? I whispered, deep inside myself. Can you hear me? It's me.
Silence.
Still silence.
My phone buzzed against the counter.
I scrubbed my face dry, climbed back into my own clothes, and made myself a new rule. From now on, no man got more than three minutes of my collapse.
Then I read the name on the screen.
Thomas.
My father.
The first image was the front entrance of Voss Tower. The second was a dented enamel lu
