Chapter 4

I couldn't sleep that night. The words I'd overheard at Arlington played on an endless loop in my mind. *Wedding in two months. Sarah's ten weeks along.* Each repetition felt like a knife twisting deeper into my heart.

By dawn, rage had replaced shock. I grabbed my phone and dialed Daniel's number, my fingers trembling with fury.

"Victoria?" His voice was thick with sleep—or perhaps practiced deception. "Is everything okay?"

"Who is Sarah?" I demanded, my voice eerily calm despite the storm raging inside me.

Silence stretched between us, heavy and damning.

"Victoria, I can explain," he finally said, his…