Chapter 6

Rhys drove through the night with Maren’s ultrasound photograph open on his phone. At every red light, he looked at it again. Seven weeks. The small gray shape seemed too fragile to be real. Her name remained sharp in the upper corner, beside the date he had left her on the curb. He called Maren until the battery warning appeared. Every call went to voicemail. By the time he reached New York, dawn had turned the apartment windows pale. He parked badly, left his suitcase in the car, and...