Chapter 9

I could have lied. I thought about it. For one long second, I thought about saying food poisoning, stress, bloating, anything. Instead I said, "Six weeks." Eleanor let out a breath that seemed to come from the bottom of her bones. "And Adrian doesn't know." "No one knows. And no one can." I sat up straighter. "Mrs. Blackwood, I'm begging you. If he finds out, his lawyers will be on me by morning. He needed that waiver for a reason. You saw the clause. Currently conceived." "I saw it." Her...