The rain came hard and fast, a wild percussion against the windshield as Victor pulled the car into the driveway. Fat drops splattered against the roof, sliding down in restless streams as the headlights cut through the blur of water. When the car stopped, both he and Vivian stepped out, and the night immediately swallowed them.
Victor slammed his door shut with a sigh that sounded like impatience. The cold wind rushed in, brushing against his designer suit and dampening his sleeves. He glanced down at his gold watch …droplets already glistening on the polished surface …and clicked his tongue. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, clutching the lapels of his coat as he hurried toward the house.
Vivian followed behind, one hand instinctively pressed to her stomach. Every step she took
