The bathroom door clicked shut behind her, and only then did Olivia let herself fall apart.

She pressed her back against the cold tile wall and slid down until she was sitting on the floor, knees pulled to her chest, her ruined hand cradled against her stomach. The tears came fast and ugly, the kind she hadn't let herself cry in years, not since the night she watched Killian kneel on David's porch with a torn abortion slip shaking in his hands.

Seeing him again was already more than she could handle. Watching his face shift from that cold, unreadable mask to something close to horror when he found her...