Fear cares who found out.
“Savannah,” Marcus said.
But she stepped closer.
“You know what your problem is, Emily? You think being pregnant makes you untouchable.”
I said nothing.
She lowered her voice.
“You’re not special. You’re just first.”
The words slid under my skin.
Not because they were clever.
Because they were rehearsed.
I could almost hear Marcus in them.
First wife.
First baby.
First obstacle.
I rested my hand on my belly.
“Move.”
She smiled.
“Or what?”
Paul Haskins took one step closer.
Marcus saw him.
Savannah did not.
She leaned in, blocking my path with her body, and when I tried to step around her, she shifted her heel and drove the pointed toe of her shoe into the lower side of my stomach.
Not a stumble.
Not an accident.
A quick little kick hidden by her handbag and the angle of her coat.
