Across town, inside Mark Thorne's mansion, Delilah stood behind him in the master bedroom, carefully straightening his tie. "There," she said with a soft smile. "Perfect." She smoothed the front of his suit before rising onto her toes to kiss him. Mark returned the kiss for a few seconds, but then gently pulled away.
Delilah blinked in confusion. "Mark?"
He glanced at his watch as he reached for his briefcase. "I'm already late."
Her smile faded slightly. She stepped closer and slipped her arms around his waist, searching his face. "Did I do something wrong? Lately... it feels like you don't want me anymore."
Mark immediately shook his head. "No. That's not it." His hand drifted to her flat stomach, his expression softening. "I'm worried about the baby. I don't want to do anything that
