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anhattan penthouse. She pulled the pot of hot butter soup off the stove. The rich
lastic of the pregnancy test. Two red lines. She traced the plastic edge
ly seven in the evening. Darren Young had promised to be
ck on the front d
hrew it on the counter. She walked fast out of the kitch
ner. She heard the chaotic sound of foo
ring his expensive dark suit. But he was not alone. He
Caroline turned her head and ga
m, gently brushing the rain off the boys' shoulders with a tender, practiced motion, as if she were their true mother. They wore mu
The fingers gripping the pregnancy tes
A quick flash of provocation appeared in Caroline's eyes. B
ng. "The pipes in my apartment burst. Darren was worried the boys
the rack. He did not even loo
towels," Darren
nally bumped hard into Althea's leg. Then he hid
ut. She turned around and walked to the storage room. She pu
s, Caroline was already sitting in the chair next to t
patiently cutting the steak on Arthur's plate. His m
towels on the edge of the table. S
is our weddin
e steak for a second. He
, his voice hard. "She is in trouble now.
turned red. She stood up a
ping a fake tear. "I'll take the boys to a h
's wrist and pushed her gently back
c tolerance, go back to your
er husband protect another woman.
ose. It made her throat close up. Althea covered her
nd dry-heaved. Tears leaked from heron the table. The loud clatter of met
fake sickness to get sympa
calm him down. But from an angle Darren
ater on her face. The icy water woke her up. The two
. She reached into her apron pocket again. She did not pull out the pre
heavy, firm steps. She slammed the papers
ked. Caroline star
t Darren with d
," Althea said flatl
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