“It’s natural.

It’s supposed to calm your nerves.

If it happens to induce a miscarriage, well… the doctors already think you’re a danger to yourself.

Who are they going to believe?

The brilliant CEO, or the crazy woman crying in the dark?”

A collective, horrified gasp sucked the air from the church.

In the second pew, the chairman of the ValeTech board stood up, his face a mask of utter revulsion, and pointed a trembling finger at Evan, who was still pinned to the floor by the detective.