Inside Avery's Apartment
With a frustrated grunt, Avery tossed Megan onto the living room sofa and stormed toward his bedroom without another word.
He shut the door behind him and collapsed onto the bed, the weight of everything crashing down on his chest. His eyes drifted to the wall—a framed photo of a woman smiling brightly, her warmth seemingly untouched by time.
"Piper…" he whispered, reaching a hand toward the image as if she could feel it. "I miss you… Why did you leave me? Can't you come back?"
He stared at her face for a long agonizing moment. Then his gaze shifted to the small wooden table beneath the photo. A thin folder sat there—one he didn't remember placing.
Frowning, Avery stood and picked it up. His heart skipped a beat.
A hospital file.
With trembling hands, he tore it open and pulled out the pages. His eyes scanned the first sheet, then the next… and then stopped, his eyes trembled as he saw the results.
Pregnancy Report.
His breath caught.
