Chapter 8

I stared at the date on the bank page until the numbers blurred. June 14. That afternoon, I had come home from the clinic with a negative blood test and cried until my throat was raw. Connor had made me tea. He had told me we should hold off on buying a new car so we could keep every dollar in the baby fund for our next cycle. The next morning, at ten-fifteen, he had wired six thousand dollars of my bonus money to Brooke's company. "There's more," Victoria said quietly, opening a second...