POV: Yessica | Location: New York
The elevator doors were about to close.
"Going somewhere?"
Yessica's hand tightened on the suitcase handle.
Lewis stood in the penthouse doorway, tie loose, eyes on the bag at her feet. Not her face. The bag.
"Early appointment." The lie came out smooth. Three months of practice.
"At six AM." Not a question.
"The doctor moved it."
He stepped closer. One step. She didn't move.
"That's a big bag for a doctor's appointment."
Her heart slammed against her ribs. The baby kicked once, sharp. Even she knew.
"Lewis—"
"Where are you going, Yessica?"
The elevator doors slid open behind her. Empty. Waiting.
She looked at her husband. At the man she'd tried to love for three years. At the man who'd made it impossible.
"Somewhere I can breathe," she said
