Kate paced back and forth in the living room, her arms folded tightly across her chest. The soft silk of her nightwear clung to her skin, but she barely noticed.

Her usually composed demeanor was gone, replaced by frustration and panic. She was alone now—no Ryan around to keep up her act.

The moment he left for work, the fear had begun creeping in.

Who had called Ryan last night?

Who was the person who put that call through about her miscarriage?

Kate’s heart pounded at the thought. She ...