Vanessa’s POV

Outside, the city moved like a living thing, with sirens wailing in the distance, wind brushing against the glass. But in here, nothing moved except the slow rhythm of her breathing.

Vanessa stood by the wide floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the Manhattan skyline. She liked the distance, the separation. It gave her control.

Her hand slid absently down her abdomen, tracing the little curve that had grown heavier and bigger these past weeks. Thirty-six weeks. A few more ...