The woman who crouched slightly with a pale face stiffened and finally raised her head. Lena's suspicion was confirmed. It was indeed Stacy. One hand still protectively covered her stomach. The other clutched medical documents against her chest.

For a moment neither of them spoke. Lena's eyes drifted downward. Toward the visible curve beneath Stacy's coat. A pregnant belly. Her blood ran cold. The hospital noises and the crowd faded. Everything blurred except the woman standing before her, and the memory of the divorce papers Rhys refused to sign.

Stacy's face turned white. "L-Lena…" Lena's fingers trembled. Her gaze remained fixed on Stacy's stomach. A thousand thoughts crashed into her...