LOGINCAMILLAThe Hale family dinner happened once a month. Rosalind insisted on it, and no one dared to skip it. Tonight was my first in three years, and I had been back in the city for only three days.I stood at the drawing room window and watched Gideon's car turn up the drive. Finally. We had been waiting for over an hour.Rosalind kept checking her watch. Imogen sat scrolling through her phone, bored. I kept my smile in place. Patient and calm the whole time.Gideon stepped out first. Then he walked around and opened the passenger door.Nora climbed out slowly. Her hair was messy, and her eyes were half shut, as if she had been sleeping against the window. A strip of white tape showed at her hairline.How domestic.I walked into the hall just as they came through the door. Gideon looked tired. Nora looked worse."Gideon!" I threw my arms around him before he could step back. "I have been waiting for you."He stiffened, then relaxed a little. "Sorry. I was held up."I kept my hand on h
GIDEONI sat in my office staring at the Whitlock merger papers. But could not focus the way i had wantedMy mind went back to three nights ago, at the airport.Camilla's flight from Vienna had landed at eleven. She had texted me directly, asking me to meet her. Not her parents, not a driver. Me!That meant something.When she walked through the arrivals gate, everything else went quiet. Her dark hair was loose over her shoulders. Her violin case hung from one hand, and she held it close, as she always did."Gideon!" She ran to me, her face lit.I caught her in my arms. She smelled of orange blossom and old wood. "Welcome home.""I missed you." Her voice was soft against my coat.I held her longer than I needed to."How was Vienna?""Tiring but worth it." She pulled back and searched my face. "Thank you for coming. I know it is late.""I wanted to."The words came easily with her. They always had. With Camilla, nothing needed to be explained.My phone buzzed against the desk pulling m
NORADane did not sit.He lowered his glass and tilted his head toward Gideon, as if he were considering a polite request. "I will, in a moment. I have one more thing to say, and then I will gladly sit."Gideon said nothing. He turned back to Mr. Garner.That was all the permission Dane needed.A dozen guests had drifted in around him by now, men in dark suits with drinks in their hands, smiling like people waiting for a show to start. I took the chair in the corner and tried to become part of the wall."I will not repeat what everyone already knows," Dane said, loud enough to carry across the room. "I only want to ask the Hale family for one small gesture. Something to show respect for my family's loss.""What did you have in mind?" a man asked, clearly enjoying it.Dane smiled. "The chowder."A waiter was already wheeling in a silver tureen. Fish stew, thick and steaming, the club's old harbor recipe. The smell hit me from ten feet away, salt and oil and boiled fish, and my stomach
NORAThe headache started on the drive to Hale Tower, a dull throb behind my eyes that sharpened with every block.I dug through my bag for the prenatal vitamins the clinic had given me and swallowed one dry.Theo was waiting at the elevator. "Morning, Nora. Mr. Hale wants the shipping reports by noon.""I will have them ready."My desk phone rang before I sat down. An unknown number."Nora Wynne.""It is your mother."My hand tightened on the receiver. Hazel rarely called me at work."Mom. Is it Dad?""Your father is the same. I am calling about something else." Her voice was brisk. "Mrs. Hale phoned me herself. She says there is still no baby. She is sending a woman to the house with an herbal tonic for you. You will drink it every morning."Of course Rosalind had told her."I do not need a tonic.""You need to try harder, Nora. Three years is a long time." Her voice dropped. "You remember what happened the last time you were careless."She meant that night. The night everyone belie
NORAGideon pulled away from me to answer the phone.His voice changed completely. Warm. Gentle. Close."I know. I could not sleep either."He listened, then took his jacket from the chair."I will be there in twenty minutes."He hung up and walked to the door without looking at me."Gideon?""I have to go out.""It is almost midnight."The front door closed.I stood in the bedroom with my hand pressed where his had been. The baby felt like a weight I could not carry and could not put down.I did not sleep. I lay in the dark, listening for his car. It came back at four. His footsteps went straight to the guest room.Morning came gray and quiet. I went downstairs with powder over the shadows under my eyes.Gideon sat at the breakfast table reading his tablet. He did not look up.Greta smiled at me from the stove. "Good morning, Mrs. Hale. Did you sleep well?""Very well, thank you."Another lie. My whole life was lies now.Greta's eyes stayed on my face a moment too long. She did not b
NORAThe nausea hit me again in the clinic waiting room.For two weeks I had been tired, dizzy and unable to keep any food down. I had blamed the cold and blamed work but then decided i needed medical attention to relief my self."Ms. Wynne?" the nurse called.The doctor took my blood and told me to wait. Twenty minutes later she came back with a thin folder."You are seven weeks pregnant."The room tilted. I gripped the arm of the chair."That is not possible.""The test is clear." She slid the report toward me.I stared at it. Pregnant? For Gideon's child?"Please do not tell anyone," I said quickly. "Not even my emergency contact.""Of course. But come back for a scan in two weeks.""I will," I lied.In the elevator, I touched my flat stomach. A baby should have felt like a gift. It felt like a warning. Gideon had told me on our wedding night what this was. A five year contract, nothing personal. No love or any attachment even though i performed every wife duty imginable.A child w







