"Jean."
She walked forward slowly. "Ethan Ellsworth."
The moment she said his name, her body went limp. Ethan quickly wrapped an arm around her waist. "What did you just do?"
He noticed that her once-swollen belly was now completely flat.
"The baby's gone."
Ethan didn't understand, but he didn't ask any questions. "Come on, I'll take you back."
She shook her head. "I don't want to go back. Ethan, take me somewhere no one will find us. I want to talk to you."
He took her ice-cold hand. "Okay, I'll take you."
They got in the car, and Ethan drove away. Her face was pale, but she remained silent.
The car pulled into Ethan's residential complex. They walked into the building, one after the other.
He reached out and pressed the elevator button. The doors opened, and they both stepped inside.
Under the light, Ethan finally got a clear look at Jean Grant's face. She looked terrible. Her lips were ashen, her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was drained of all color.
