Watching Jack walk away, I felt a sour taste cling to my tongue.
It all made sense now–he’d been in on it from the start.
Sending me to the hospital wasn’t about care or concern. He needed me out of the way so he could take charge when Sebastian’s body was found. The whole aftermath? Jack would handle it.
And me? I’d be dead before I even realized it.
Sebastian really thought he’d nailed every detail.
Too bad for him – fate had other plans.
Gigi’s accident threw a wrench in their scheme. They couldn’t reach Sebastian, so they called me. Pure luck.
I owed her for that. If she hadn’t asked me to swing by the house, I never would’ve found out what they were up to.
Jack melted into the crowd, but I couldn’t shake one thought: What’s he gonna do when he reads that letter?
***
The truth hit like a wrecking ball at the doctor’s office.
The doctor scanned my file, his voice calm but his words gutting me: I’d had an abortion and was given drugs to keep me from getting pregnant again.
My health had been fine back then. All the stuff I was dealing with now? Side effects from those drugs.
For years, I’d blamed myself–thought my body had never fully recovered from the miscarriage. But that wasn’t it at all.
Disbelief crushed me. I made him say it again.
“When did I ever have an abortion?” My voice cracked.
He pulled up my file and turned the screen toward me. There it was–my signature.
The room spun. My vision blurred.
And then it hit me.
