“That’s good,” he said, nodding approvingly. “It’s good for your health to travel more.”
Then, without missing a beat, he added, “By the way, Zara’s coming in for a check-up. Can you help her schedule an appointment?”
So that’s why he was here.
No pretenses anymore. No fake concern.
My fingers tightened around the file in my hands, a dull ache settling deep in my chest.
He was so excited about their baby.
Did he ever stop to think about the one we lost?
For a split second, I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to ask if he ever remembered. If he ever thought about the baby we never got to hold.
But I swallowed it down.
The past was gone. No point digging up what was already buried.
Or maybe… he had forgotten a long time ago.
I forced my voice to stay calm and steady. “The doctors at our hospital are more than capable. You can just register and wait your turn.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, the door opened again.
Zara Bennett.
Her baby bump was unmistakable as she walked in, linking her arm through Hayes’s. She looked up at him, her voice soft, almost pitiful.