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Avery's hands were white-knuckled on the steering wheel, her BMW eating up the highway like it had somewhere important to be. Which it did. Away from that doctor's office, away from the ultrasound images that made her feel things she didn't want to feel, away from the whole fucking mess her life had become.

Her phone rang through the car's speakers, the sound making her jump.

The caller ID showed a number she didn't recognize, but the area code was local. She almost didn't answer, but something made her hit the button.

"What?"

"Ms. Maddox?" A woman's voice, young and nervous. "This is Bethany from Dr. Michael's office. I probably shouldn't be calling you, but I thought you should know."

Avery's stomach dropped. "Know what?"

"There was a man here. After your appointment. He didn't have an appointment scheduled, but Dr. Michael saw him anyway. His name was Astor Sinclair."

The car swerved slightly before Avery corrected it. "What the hell was he doing there?"

"I don'
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