Chapter 21

Peter fought the urge to demand an explanation and went home instead. He sat on the couch until dawn, then drove to wait outside Frost's house. He waited from the first light of day until the sun climbed high. It was only when the sun started to set that he finally saw Frost's car. She honked twice, but he didn't move. With no other choice, Frost got out of the car to talk to him. When she saw his reddened eyes, she paused. "What is it?" Peter looked at her abdomen. "Cynthia said yesterday you had a miscarriage." Her brows twitched slightly as she fell silent for a moment. Then, she confirmed, "Yes." He asked, "When? How did I—" Frost cut him off. "It was the day I smashed your phone and you forced yourself on me, asking me to get pregnant so you could give Melanie a child. It was also the day I stabbed you and sent you to the hospital." The more she spoke, the paler his face became. "Why didn't I know? He spoke so tensely that he seemed about to snap at any moment. Frost loo