She was coming out of another doctor's clinic, an OB/GYN just like hers, with her hand similarly resting on her flat abdomen, a maternal glow radiating from her smile.
Abigail Summer—she was pregnant too!
It wasn't until Charlotte Green snapped out of her daze that she realized she had unconsciously followed her.
The elevators arrived at different times, they took separate ones, one after the other, heading downstairs.
Then, Charlotte saw her again at the hospital's main entrance, her best friend in this lifetime, the woman her husband adored—Abigail Summer!
But at that moment, her steps were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and she could not keep up any longer.
Because, in front of the hospital, in front of Abigail Summer, a car pulled up, a car she knew all too well, and the man who got out was not someone she could mistake.
