"I'm going to find Stewart."

Rosita's face was tense, her eyes red and swollen, as if she'd been crying

moments before. "Mom, if I don't go now, Ms. Kensington is going to take Stewart from me!"

"What's going on?"

"I'll explain when I get back. Zack, get the car."

Zack hurried off to the garage to bring the car around.

Rosita rushed outside, practically throwing herself into the back seat.

As Lauren watched the car disappear down the drive, she grew increasingly uneasy. She called for a housekeeper to keep an eye on the kids, then hurried back into the house herself.

At the hospital, in Dr. Cedric Clarke's private office.

Stewart stood by the window, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, inhaling silently, one drag after another.

He wasn't much of a smoker-hardly ever, really.

But since he'd walked in, he'd already finished two cigarettes.

And it hadn't even been ten minutes.

Cedric finally had enough. When Stewart reached for a third, Cedric strode over, snatched the pack from his hand, and tossed it straight into the trash.

can't

his cold gaze flicking

Cedric hated that look.

smoke yourself into a chimney today, but it

bitter laugh—a sound closer to

think I'm a

are. I don't care how

of marriage, and you

lowering. "No wonder

Cedric frowned. "What question?"

asked me, 'Stewart, do you know what I've really

remember that," Cedric replied, puzzled.

also lost a child I never even got to meet." His throat

Cedric fell silent.

had already filled in all the

didn't make it." Stewart's voice turned cold, almost

mind? What the hell is wrong with you? That was

just telling the truth." Stewart stared out the window, his eyes as lifeless as

"Stewart!"

voice breaking with anger. "Say that again and I'll knock some sense into you! That was your own child! Even if you don't love

But Stewart didn't flinch.

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