The ride back to William's home was suffocating. Gail fixed her gaze on the window, watching Dowerhill’s skyline blur into the shadows and passing lights. Her hand rested over her stomach though it was still flat. Pregnant.

Obviously, this should be good news for William, it's what he wanted, what he actively looked for. But his countenance was simply blank. She didn't understand him at all.

He drove in total silence, the firm grip of his hands on the wheel matched the rigidity of his ...