Not me, that’s for damn sure. But seeing the brightness in Jessa’s eyes when it finally sunk in that she was pregnant… it was nothing short of magic. A piece of happiness that I never imagined I would experience for myself.
Which is strange in its own right. Love—if that is truly the name for whatever this is between us—is the one luxury I never expected to have.
“Mr. Anton, sir?” Margarit interrupts cautiously, once again standing in the threshold. “Mr. Caplan saw her a few hours ago.”
I rack my memory for the matching information. Caplan—broad-shouldered, gray-bearded, stern. He works security at the front gate. Mother with terminal cancer. I got her enrolled in an experimental drug trial. Last I heard, she’s in remission.
The man in question steps into view, his face darkened slight
