It was Vincent's voice.

I froze. Claire instantly let go of me and crumpled to the floor, clutching her stomach dramatically. Her tearful eyes locked on mine, and in a weak voice, she whimpered, "Gabby, why did you push me?"

"My baby, my baby—" she gasped, sounding terrified, her face painted with vulnerability.

Vincent was already moving toward us, but the moment he saw Claire on the ground, he rushed right past me to help her up.

Jean released my arm and, in a ...