Jeremy had already started to pull away when he stopped the car again.

His hands rested on the steering wheel, and he stared out through the windshield without really seeing anything. A pregnant woman was walking past, her belly round and full, her husband at her side. They were laughing about something, her face glowing with a contentment so efortless it looked like breathing.

The image hit him like a fist to the chest.

Scarlett.

Scarlett ...