Pregnant. Joyfully, visibly pregnant.
Jean's breath hitched. Her arms dropped to her sides. That familiar, invisible weight crushed down on her chest. A stinging heat built behind her eyes. She didn't move. Couldn't.
She clutched her stomach as if to protect something that wasn't there anymore. Her lips parted, but there was no sound. Just a hollow ache echoing through her soul.
She blinked hard, trying to will away the wave of emotion… but it held her hostage.
The woman had already walked off, humming a tune, unaware of the silent storm she had left behind.
Jean stood there, frozen in place, haunted by a memory no one else knew.
Then…
"Jean?" Logan's voice broke through the fog.
He stepped out of the car, his smile fading the instant he saw her pale face and stiff posture. His eyes narrowed in concern as he rushed to her side.
"What happened?"
