Giselle laid her hand softly on her stomach, whispering to the tiny presence she couldn’t yet feel, “Baby, Mommy needs to be brave this time. Trust that I'll keep you safe.”

She faced Gina, her voice resonant and clear, “Okay, I agree.”

In the bustling streets of New York, Henry sat in his car, his face a mask of frustration.

The driver grimaced, “I’m sorry, Sir. The traffic’s unbearable.”

“Call in a helicopter,” Henry directed his assistant, ...