(Author's POV)
He went back into the house.
The car crossed the river just before five.
Sienna sat in the back seat with her hands flat against her belly and watched the city pass by. The driver did not speak. The radio was off. The streets were empty in the particular way streets are empty before dawn, when even the people who work nights have gone home.
She thought about what she would say.
She had assembled, over the long sleepless night, several openings. *Jasper, please.* *Jasper, the baby.* *Jasper, I had nowhere else to go.* *Jasper, you used to love me.* She had practiced each of them in her head until the words went hollow.
The car pulled into the underground garage at five-twelve.
The driver retrieved her bag. He held the elevator for her. He did not come up with her. He w
