The knot in my chest loosened. The cold sting of betrayal gave way to steady warmth. I might have lost a husband, but I still had an army.
I placed a hand on my belly, breathing steady. We're going to be okay, I told the little one.
Just as I pulled up to the hospital entrance, my phone rang. Unknown number. Distracted, I answered automatically.
"Honey!" Rhys's voice came through, breathless and frantic. "I fell running back to the house. You weren't there. I've been calling and calling—where are you? Let me come get you. Please, think of the baby."
Impressive performance. But before I could respond, the phone was wrestled away. A new voice came on—sickly sweet and trembling.
"Scarlett? It's Emily. Please don't be mad at Rhys anymore."
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.
"I forced him to help me park," she continued, her voice pitching into a whine. "It has nothing to do with him. He's been running in circles trying to find you. He hasn't even eaten because he's so worried you'll take the baby and do something rash."