But despite her promises, I can’t find any hope inside me.
I’m going to have to do this alone.
Unable to hold it in anymore, a loud sob erupts.
“Let me in,” Sienna begs. “Please, Bea. Let me in.”
It takes me a few seconds, but eventually, I reach out and unlock the door, allowing her to rush inside. The second she’s inthe enclosed space, she wraps her arms around me and holds me while I cry on her shoulder.
“We’re going to figure it out,” she whispers. “And he’ll be there. He’ll be there with you to see your baby.”
12
BEATRICE
“Ithink I’ve found the answer to your problem,” Sienna states as I join her in the staff room after saying goodbye to my final client of the night.
My feet are throbbing, and my stomach is growling, desperate for food.
As I fall back into the couch, my feet instantly lift onto the coffee table to give them some relief.
Sienna watches me closely, but she’s been doing so all day.
I’ve known she’s needed to say something; I could see it burning in her eyes, but we’ve been too busy, and the others have been in earshot.
Now, though, she has my sole attention.
“Shoot,” I say on a yawn.
She lights up at my interest and rushes over.
“So, I’ve been doing some digging, and I think I’ve found someone who might be willing to connect you with Rett.”
My heart lurches.
My ultrasound is next week; time is running out.
I’ve done plenty of my own research. Along with finding Everett’s teammates and family members, I’ve also discovered his agent.
There’s an email sitting in my draft box just waiting to be sent. But every time I go to do it, something stops me.
I don’t want to tell his agent or even his family before I tell him. It’s just wrong. But I’m at the point that I’m going to have no other option.
“Okay,” I breathe, a little scared about what she’s found.
“Here,” she says, passing her cell over. “Do you recognize her?”
My eyes scan the profile on the screen, my brows pinching as I try to figure out who she is.
Hailee Caldwell.
PR Director for the LA Vipers.
Hailee Caldwell…
It doesn’t ring a bell. Sure, she could have been a client at some point, but it’s not like I remember everyone I’ve treated over the years.
“No, I don’t know who this is.”
