Chapter 44 Three Months

• The ride home was quiet. Ivan's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, while Autumn sat with her head down, her hands hovering over her thighs. Unconsciously, her fingers dug into the hem of her beaded dress, pressing harder until her palm slowly turned red.
• "Autumn."
• Autumn turned her head in Ivan's direction. "Are you okay?" he asked. She merely nodded and forced a smile. If anything, this was all Ivan's fault, but what could she do? Blame him? Tell him the child she carried wasn’t his, and that in a few weeks, she would be aborting it?