Chapter Three
Of all the places to have a pregnancy test done, a hospital emergency room wasn’t the one Julia had imagined. It only confirmed what she already knew—she was pregnant, although only a few weeks along. Everyone agreed there should be no x-ray for her shoulder. She hadn’t been hurt that badly: a cut above her brow that took five stitches, along with strained muscles, bumps, and bruises. She was lucky, and the doctor confirmed she shouldn’t be affected by the accident at all.
This was a relief, of course, but sitting in the passenger seat of Logan’s black Jeep, having been buckled in by him as if she was badly injured, didn’t relieve the guilt, at all, about what she’d done. The fact was that she’d run a stop sign. It was careless, reckless, and someone could have been killed.
