Susan Chung sat in the bathroom of her apartment, the door locked, her hands shaking as she stared at the plastic test on the counter; two pink lines, clear and unmistakable, confirming what she had suspected for the past two weeks. She was pregnant.

The nausea that had been plaguing her for days suddenly made sense, the exhaustion, the dizziness, the way her body felt foreign and wrong; she had told herself it was stress, that it was just her body reacting to the trauma of what Lee Chung had ...