**Alexander’s POV**

“You okay, Megan?” I asked, my voice low, standing by her cafeteria table, the buzz of employees’ chatter fading as I studied her pale face, her eyes wide, her hands clutching that water bottle like a lifeline.

Her return just now, after I told Jake the baby’s a girl, had me on edge, her silence loud, like she knew something, like she found that envelope.

“I’m fine,” she said, her voice flat, nodding quickly, her eyes avoiding mine, her fingers ...