Saturday. Tech Conference, Kyoto, Japan.
YVONNE SAT ON THE floor, her back braced against the bed, and stared at her toes. They still had a tiny bit of polish on them from that spa day Tabby had taken her on the week after Vegas. That was the last time Yvonne had done anything for herself.
Her life was work. It was the business. She couldn't be pregnant. She couldn't have a baby.
The tests were wrong. They had to be.
Why should she trust a drug store test? This was the kind of thing that needed a professional.
But that meant doctors, and she'd gone to the same family practice her whole life. Even her doctor in LA was cousins with her doctor in DC. If her physician knew she was pregnant, there would be no keeping that from her family.
A sharp knock at her door broke the circle of thou
