The worst thing about meeting a second version of your boyfriend’s mother was realizing you disliked this one on sight too.“My name is Evelyn.”Nobody moved.The woman stood inside the control room wearing a red scarf.Jaxon had stopped breathing beside me.I knew because I was holding his hand.One second, his fingers had been warm around mine.The next, nothing.No movement.No pressure.No reaction.Just stillness.“Jaxon.”He didn’t look at me.The woman did.Her eyes moved to our joined hands.Then to my stomach.Of course.I was beginning to consider wearing a sign.YES, I AM PREGNANT. NO, YOU MAY NOT BUILD A SECRET RESEARCH PROGRAMME AROUND IT.“Jaxon.”This time his eyes moved.Not to me.To Sarah.“You said her name was Evelyn.”Sarah’s face had gone white.“Yes.”“That’s my mother.”“I know.”“My mother is alive.”Sarah swallowed.“Yes.”“My mother is not standing in that room.”The woman smiled.It was a small smile.Sad.Almost affectionate.I hated it immediately.“You a
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