The words hit me like a physical blow. Pregnant. I was pregnant with Dominic's child. The child of the man who had murdered my parents in cold blood. The room seemed to spin around me as the reality of the situation crashed down like a tidal wave.

My hands instinctively moved to my stomach, and I felt sick to my core. How could this have happened? How could I be carrying the baby of my parents' killer? The irony was so cruel, so devastating, that I could barely breathe.

But then ...