Damien drove Scarlett home.

Neither of them said a word the whole way.

When the car finally stopped in front of her apartment building, he cut the engine and turned to look at her. The corners of her eyes were still faintly red — from all that crying by the river, crying over him.

His voice came out soft, almost careful. "Even if you're not feeling great, please eat something when you get inside. The baby needs the nutrition."

He reached ...