Adrian crossed the room and bent over my bed, reaching for my face.
"Are you okay? Where are you hurt?"
"I'm fine."
I turned my head away. I might as well have been speaking to a stranger.
His hand stopped in midair. For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. Then his eyes dropped to my stomach.
His voice shook. "Nora, are you... pregnant?"
Owen stepped between us. "She needs to rest, Mr. Mercer."
"Move." Adrian stared at him. "I'm talking to my wife. This has nothing to do with you."
I caught Owen's sleeve. "Could you give us a minute? I need to make a few things clear."
He frowned at me. I gave him a small, reassuring smile. After a moment, he left, shooting Adrian a warning look on his way out.
Once we were alone, I met Adrian's eyes.
"Yes. I was pregnant."
His eyes filled with
