The car ride back from the doctor's appointment was quiet. Selena leaned against the window, one hand resting on her belly, while Jack drove with a stiffness in his jaw that hadn't eased since the moment Dr. Shah confirmed the heartbeat. He'd held her hand through every second, his thumb brushing across her skin when the doctor asked the direct question about her choice, when Selena said firmly she was keeping the baby. Jack hadn't spoken then. The way his grip tightened, the way his chest expanded with something like relief, said enough.
But now, with the city sliding by outside and the tinted glass reflecting her pale face, the silence was heavy.
By the time they stepped back into the penthouse, Selena looked drained. She murmured something about needing water and disappeared into the kitchen. Jack set his keys on the counter and finally pulled out his phone.
The screen lit up.
Fifteen missed calls. All from Cain.
