We left the yacht early the next morning. I claimed the rocking of the water was making me nauseous. I could not seem to shake the growing apprehension I felt. Not wanting a repeat of Snowystra’s or Amaro’s visits, I decided I would continue to use the pregnancy as an excuse to never return to the lake.
During the car ride home, Roger was too distracted to notice my sour mood. He babbled on about the doctor coming to confirm my pregnancy and the further renovations we would need to make to our suites. When we pulled onto the property, I could see Dr. Collins’ car in the driveway.
“Why is he here already?” I asked. “We weren’t expected home yet.”
“I’m not sure. He wasn’t supposed to arrive until this afternoon,” Roger replied.
Something was wrong. My mother! As the car slowed to park, I
