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But an accident that closes the main road to the hospital along with flooding from the afternoon rain kicks up my anxiety. The short trip turns into an hour-long slog.
I’m ready to ask the driver to turn around. My unease about being away from the house, away from Sophie, grows. I didn’t think of it before, but now I realize I should have stayed put, just in case Sophie calls and wants to come home.
But the hospital comes into view. I take a breath and get out. It’s raining harder now, and Sophie’s phone slips from my hand.
“Oh, damn it,” I curse at the massive crack on the screen.
Through stinging tears, I spot wide shoulders in a dark suit and a hair of rumpled gold off in the distance.
Darragh stands in front of the hospital’s main entrance, looking handsome as ever under the jet-black portico.
I wave, but then something shifts. He’s talking to a woman with a very big smile on his face.
My throat closes, remembering Cormac’s comment of how Darragh got rid of his wife. That he’ll get rid of me, too.
But already?
My stomach revolts. I can’t watch this. Instead, I stare at Sophie’s cracked phone screen, wishing I had someone to call. I can’t even call Katya, because I heard Papa took away her phone. That was the only number of hers I know by heart. The only other number saved on Sophie’s phone besides Darragh’s is Cormac’s.
God, I feel so utterly alone.
I duck behind a pillar, watching Darragh, who looks smitten with the woman.
Sure, why would he want a big ol’ pregnant woman whose family will bring him nothing but trouble?
I turn to walk away when a pain even worse than the other night hits me, and I drop Sophie’s phone again. I feel a little popping sensation between my legs, and warm liquid gushes down the inside of my thighs, soaking my jeans.
Jesus Christ, my water just broke.
I glance up nervously and sigh. At least I’m at the hospital.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Ana
“Ithink I’m having my baby.” I clutch the check-in desk at the Emergency entrance a half block down from the hospital’s main lobby.
“How far apart are your contractions?” The receptionist stands up and snaps her fingers to get someone’s attention.
“I don’t know. But my water broke.”
“Name?”
I breathe heavily, considering giving yet another false name.
Darragh registered me here. They’ll contact him.
I don’t want to see him right now, but… Sophie.
No, it’s not about me anymore.
It’s not about wounded pride that he may have been flirting with someone. He and I are nothing. He doesn’t owe me anything in that department.
I didn’t come here to be his.
“Ma’am? Are you all right? Can I call your husband?” She looks down at my empty hand, but at the prenatal class, most of the pregnant women complained of swollen fingers and the inability to wear their rings.
“My name is Ana Michaels. I had a couple of ultrasounds here. I just… I just moved to Seattle.”
