ELISHA’S POV
I didn’t hear the front door open. I didn’t hear the footsteps.
I only heard the voice.
“Well, this is quite the reunion.”
Anthony.
He stepped in, a look of both confusion and curiosity stark on his face.
Behind him came another voice…
“What’s going on here, is there a meeting?”
Yasmin. Great.
My stomach dropped.
Natalie, still curled on the sofa like a staged photograph, suddenly gasped and pressed a hand to her lower abdomen.
“Ow,” she said, her voice small and sharp. “It hurts. I think the baby… Oh my god, I don’t know, I’m cramping!”
Immediately, everyone turned toward her.
My mother rushed to her side. “Get her water.”
“I’ll ask the staff for a hot water bag,” said my father.
“Dominic, add another log to the fire,” Mom added quickly. “She’s too cold.”
They scrambled. A flurry of movement. Fuss. Concern.
Meanwhile, Natalie leaned her head back against the cushion and looked right at me.
She smiled.
It wasn’t kind. It wasn’t grateful. It was pointed. Precise.
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