Catherine's POV
I sprawled across my desk, chin propped on my palm, staring at the delivery tracking app on my phone.
Twenty-three minutes and counting My stomach growled in protest, but food wasn't what had me fidgeting in my ergonomic chair all day.
The pregnancy test photo Anna sent me glowed on my screen, those two pink lines taunting me with their implications. I'd been wrestling with this dilemma since morning: should I tell Uncle Marcus?
"Fuck it," I muttered, tossing my phone onto a stack of animation storyboards. "He needs to know so he can move on."
Anna was pregnant. With someone else's baby. Any possibility of her becoming my aunt had just evaporated like morning dew in July. My fingers drummed against the polished surface of my desk as guilt twisted through my chest. I was the one who kept pushing Uncle Marcus toward her, convinced they were perfect for each other.
_Maybe this is for the best. Uncle Marcus can finally stop pining after her._
