“Yes.”
“We’re going straight to the hotel.”
“No.”
“We already ate.”
Then she looked at Mason.
A warm, affectionate look.
The kind I used to give him without thinking.
She ended the call.
Then sighed.
“My mother worries about everything.”
Mason murmured,
“She means well.”
The tone.
Soft.
Familiar.
Private.
My stomach turned.
Then Chloe pulled up something on her phone.
She tilted the screen toward him.
“Look.”
Mason barely glanced.
She smiled.
“This one is so clear.”
“The doctor said the heartbeat is absolutely perfect.”
The ultrasound image reflected faintly against the window.
Mason swallowed.
“That’s great.”
Chloe frowned.
“Just great?”
He forced a smile.
“No.”
