Clara hurried out of the hospital, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floors. Her heart was racing, but not from concern. A dark, thrilled energy pulsed through her veins as she pushed through the automatic doors and stepped into the cool evening air.
She couldn't stop replaying the moment in her head.
Fiona Flare looking pale, weak, and clearly unwell walking near the maternity and pregnancy wing. The way she had instinctively placed a hand over her stomach. The way her mother had stepped in front of her like a shield.
*Why was she there?*
Clara slid into her car, slamming the door harder than necessary. She sat for a moment, gripping the steering wheel, her mind spinning with possibilities.
It hadn't been that long since Fiona broke up with Marcus. A few months at most. Could she be pregnant with his baby? Hiding it from everyone? Or worse…
Clara's lips curled into a slow, malicious smile.
*…is she carrying Martin's child?*
