One Month Later...

The morning sun filtered through the massive glass windows of the estate, but Aurora didn’t spare it a glance. She stood in the bathroom of her luxurious bedroom, her hands shaking so violently she could barely hold the small plastic stick in her hand.

She stared down at it. Two solid, dark pink lines stared back.

Positive.

Aurora’s breath caught in her throat, a cold wave of shock washing over her. She sank onto the edge of the marble bathtub, her hand instinctively pressing against her flat stomach. It was impossible. She had been so careful, so guarded. But the memories of that wild, stormy night three...