So this was how he saw me. Even caught red-handed, he was certain I was stupid enough to be talked out of what I'd heard with my own ears.
Tears spilled before I could stop them. A second later, a vicious cramp tore through my lower abdomen.
The familiar terror of miscarriage flooded every nerve. "The baby... call an ambulance!"
Piers's voice turned cold and accusing. "This is exactly why you can never carry to term. You're too impulsive."
"No..." The pain shredded my words. Warmth spread between my legs, and I looked down to see blood.
His pupils contracted. Finally, with a reluctant frown, he reached for his phone.
But Julie let out a wail. "Piers! My stomach hurts so badly. Did Geraldine push me? Is that why—"
The color drained from his face. He hurled the phone aside. "I'm taking you to the hospital!"
He scooped her into his arms and bolted for the door. He never looked back.
But I saw his face before he turned. The panic. The anguish. All of it real.
None of it for me.
The door slammed shut, and the last fragile shard of hope inside me shattered into dust.