clamped over her mouth. She hunched over the toil

herself. A physical reaction

aring at her pale reflection in the mir

usually her favorite, sent another wave of sickness through her. Food felt lik

blank slate. The divorce was a done deal.

was from Colton, her architectural partner, about

felt real all day. It pulled her out of the suffocating role of "Mrs. Whitaker"

set the phone down, a though

t was almost

ough her. Her heart began to pound aga

ing. In this house, in their meticulously pl

nk. The last time. When was the last

mbled into her room by mistake. It was the only time in six months. She remembere

. "Sorry about last night," was all he'd said. "I had too

keys. She couldn't let this

avernous, sleeping house. The es

found what she was looking for. The cashier gave her a strange look. Kara realized she was s

he followed the instructions on the box, her hands trembl

she s

ar, pin

led her ears, and t

orce papers, she had discovered she was carrying his chil

hand instinctively going to her flat

thought: T

immediate and brutal

chip to cling to a marriage he was desperate to escape? She coul

For Seraphina, for his perfect, unta

losing around her heart. No. Ab

nancy test in layers of tissue, buried it at the very b

er phone to book an early morning

gallery in the city, she drove herself to a di

ed Dr. Evans, smiled at her. "Congratulations, Mrs. Whitake

photo and the official report, Kara stared out at the bustl

a resolve she didn't know she possessed. She

and go somewhere no one knew them