"You're pregnant," Julian whispered, the words barely making it past his lips. His eyes remained fixed on her stomach, his entire body paralyzed by the revelation.

"I am," Clara replied coolly, releasing the intercom button. She crossed her arms over her chest, resting them just above the swell of

The conference room on the forty-second floor of Vanguard & Sterling was a masterpiece of intimidating, sterile design. Cold steel, expansive glass, and a polished mahogany table that stretched like a battlefield between the two opposing sides. Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, casti

Julian Thorne could not breathe.

The air in the conference room had turned to lead in his lungs. The echoes of the audio recording seemed to bounce off the glass walls, repeating in his head in a loop of escalating horror.

*My legs are perfectly fine... The physical therapy worked three years ag