Hunter's POV

Our baby. Biologically both ours. I was so lost in thought I almost rear-ended the truck in front of me.

"Hunter," Quinn's voice cut through the fog. "Pull over."

I shook my head, unable to form words.

"Pull over now before you kill us both."

I jerked the wheel. Horns blared at me, but I didn't care, sliding into a spot on the side of the road. The engine idled. I stared straight ahead, seeing nothing. How could Helena be so evil? She would have taken her own baby from her. It ...