She closed her eyes and breathed more calmly to compose herself.

"Oh, thank God, it had been a dream! Oh my! That was scary. Then she speculated, "What would I do now? How am I going to get out of this without actually telling him?  Am I ready to do this?" She felt Emma's hand slip out of hers, but she kept her eyes closed—anything to delay the inevitable. Marissa knew that the moment she opened her eyes, those soulful eyes would be waiting for her with questions. "What do I tell him? That Emma got it wrong? That the baby belongs to someone else? Would he believe that? It's...