PART 3
My father exhaled slowly. “Your husband made you stand?”
“For six hours.” “While you’re seven months pregnant?”
“Yes.” That was when my father’s voice became frighteningly calm.
“Claire, don’t get back on that train.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“I’ll have a pilot there in twenty minutes.”
I almost laughed.
“Dad, you don’t have to—”
“I know.”
He cut me off.
“That’s precisely why I’m doing it.”
The line went quiet.
Then he added,
“And Claire?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t tell Daniel anything yet.”
I frowned.
“Why?”“Because I want to know whether he realizes what he’s done without being warned.”
The call ended.
I stood there alone.
For the first time in four years, I wasn’t thinking about how to explain myself to my husband.
I wasn’t thinking about how to keep peace.
I wasn’t thinking about what Daniel would say.
I was thinking about my daughter.
My unborn daughter.
And about the man sleeping comfortably in first class while his pregnant wife stood in a freezing train aisle.
I placed one hand over my stomach.
“Your grandfather is coming,” I whispered.
The baby moved.
A small kick.
And somehow, that was enough.
Twenty-three minutes later, a black SUV pulled into the station parking lot.
A man stepped out.
It wasn’t my father.
It was his head of security, Marcus.
He spotted me immediately.
“Mrs. Whitmore.”
I nodded.
He took my suitcase without asking.
“Your father’s plane is waiting.”
I looked toward the train.
It was still there.
I could see warm lights glowing through the windows.
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