"Give it your all, but don't you dare catch feelings for the surrogate!"
I knew that profile picture better than anyone.
It belonged to Darren's ex-wife, Kitty Sullivan.
...
The words hit me like a bucket of ice water, shocking me out of the warmth I'd been drowning in.
Darren shot upright and snatched the phone away.
The arm that had been wrapped around my waist was already gone. A chill crept across my bare skin where his warmth had been.
He stared at my back, a careful edge to his voice.
"Jules... what did you see?"
I could feel the scrutiny in his gaze. Slowly, I rolled over.
I rubbed my eyes as if I'd been half-asleep.
"Hmm? I must've dozed off."
"What's wrong? Who messaged you? Someone placing a dessert order?"
Darren's shoulders loosened, the tension draining out of him so subtly it was almost imperceptible.
He smiled, leaned down, and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
"Nothing. Just spam."
"You must be exhausted. Get a little more rest. I'll hop in the shower, then run a bath to clean you up."
I watched him leave, phone clutched tight in his hand, his pace just a fraction too quick.
My heart sank, slow and heavy, like a stone settling into deep water.