“Thank God, because if something had happened—”
“Nothinghappened, and nothingwillhappen.” Clara leaned forward. “Your baby is happy and healthy. They’re perfect.”
This time, Indie got teary. She nodded.
A knock on the door had Indie’s head jerking up.
Clara frowned. “Expecting someone?”
“Colt should be home soon, but he wouldn’t knock.” When she looked through the peephole, she stopped breathing for a moment.
Sylvia. She held two containers in her hands.
Colt’s mother had dropped by a couple of times in the last week, but he’d always been home. And he’d kept the visits short, thanking Sylvia for the food she’d brought and sending her on her way.
She opened the door. “Sylvia. Hi.”
“Hi, dear. Can I come in?”
“Colt’s not here.”
“That’s okay. I’d like to talk to you.”
She tried to hide the shock, not sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. In any case, she stepped back and let Sylvia enter her home. “Sure.”
Clara cleared her throat as she rose. “Hello, Sylvia.”
“Hi, Clara.”
Her cousin crossed the room, and when she hugged Indie, she whispered, “Do you want me to stay?”
“No, I’m okay.” If she could handle a kidnapping, she should be able to handle her mother-in-law…
Should.
Clara pulled back and studied her closely, like she was trying to figure out whether to believe it. Eventually, she nodded. “I’ll text later.”
“Thanks for the latte.”
“You’ve got another coming tomorrow.”
When Clara left, the awkward silence in the house made Indie want to squirm.
“Would you like some coffee?” Yes, coffee, that was a good idea. It would keep her hands busy. Indie took a step toward the kitchen.
“No, thank you.”
She stopped. Dammit.
“I made you some lasagna and some corn soup,” Sylvia said, as she set the dishes onto the kitchen counter.
“Thank you.”
Sylvia’s gaze landed on something in the living room. Slowly, she walked toward the coffee table and lifted the sonogram. She swallowed hard before setting the print down.
Then, she pulled something out of her pocket and held it out. “I believe these are yours.”
It took Indie a moment to realize what she was looking at.
