Mrs. Caldwell screamed, “Blood! She’s having a miscarriage!”

Julian froze.

He looked down, his gaze catching on the bloodstained patches blooming across Francesca’s mourning dress. The sight was like a knife through his gut. Without thinking, he stepped forward to scoop her up. “Fran, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

But Francesca would not let him.

She did not want him. She did not want Julian.

She took a step ...