Chapter 61

Clara Walton couldn’t care less about anything else right now. Whatever she felt about Ethan Blackwood didn’t matter at the moment. She’d carried this baby for five months. There was no way she’d just ignore that. No matter what, this child was a part of her. That kind of fierce, instinctive love only a mother could feel—it was kicking in. She just needed the baby to be okay. Even if it meant giving up everything else, she’d do it. “Ethan, pick up… please,” Clara’s voice was weak, barely hanging on. The pain was wrecking her—everything was a blur. And then, she misstepped. She hadn't even noticed she’d reached the staircase. Before she could react, her whole body flew forward and crashed down. She tumbled all the way to the ground, a mess of limbs and agony. Luckily, the stairs were carpeted. Otherwise, she figured she might have actually died. But that didn’t mean she was okay. Far from it. Ethan’s phone was still ringing. And nobody was picking up. She felt her heart drop. Then, just