The moment I heard Carrie's voice, I realized I'd forgotten to turn off our couples' location sharing.
Her voice was thick with rage. Unbidden, the image of Graham deliberately pulling her down flashed through my mind.
Had she actually lost the baby?
Or was she here because I'd sold my shares?
The next second, the hotel room door was kicked open.
Carrie stormed in, eyes bloodshot, grabbed me by the arm, and dragged me toward the door.
"I miscarried because you pushed me, and Graham's hurt too. How can you just lie here sleeping?"
I struggled, trying to explain. "I didn't push anyone. He threw himself into you on purpose—"
But Carrie shoved me into the car.
"That was his baby in my belly. Why would he do it on purpose?"
She locked the doors and floored it all the way to the hospital.
She forced me to my knees at the foot of Graham's hospital bed.
"Apologize to Graham. And swear you'll never interfere with me having his children again."
My kneecaps hit the ice-cold tile, and the pain and chill spread through my entire body.
I tried to stand, but Carrie's hand pressed down on my shoulder, pinning me in place.
"Cat got your tongue? Apologize to Graham. Now."