For a moment, Camilla thought she misheard.The room fell so silent she could hear the drip of water from the far corner, like each drop was counting down to something ugly.

Rosita’s lips trembled as she repeated it, softer this time.

“I’m pregnant…”

Camilla’s breath caught. Her heart felt like someone had punched a hole through it.

Pregnant? Rosita?

Nothing made sense. Nothing connected.

Until a cold, vicious suspicion slithered into her mind. Camilla’s mind raced, Anthony? ...