Her fingers moved blindly, searching for the bottle.
Her pulse thudded in her ears.
Finally, her hand closed around the small, white prescription bottle the doctor had given her to help with her nausea.
It rattled quietly as she pulled it out and stared at it.
She hadn’t decided anything yet. But still, having it close made her feel… in control. Or at least, like she could pretend to be.
She was about to shove it into the drawer under the coffee table when the front door opened.
Martin’s voice followed, “Hey, I thought I heard you…”
He stopped.
Loretta froze, the bottle still in her hand.
Martin’s eyes flicked to it. Then to her face.
She reacted first, shoving the bottle into the drawer and slamming it shut like it burned.
Martin blinked slowly, his brow knitting. “What was th
