Grave Betrayal

The night my father died.

I grabbed some food and headed downstairs to bring it to my husband, who was keeping watch at the funeral home tonight.

But at the service, I walked in on two bodies tightly intertwined.

The moment Ethan saw me, after a brief flash of surprise, he pulled the woman closer with obvious reluctance to let go, pressing her head against his chest.

"Sophia, you're five months pregnant. Why aren't you resting?"

"Be good. Go back upstairs. I'll explain later."

Despite his attempts to hide her face, I recognized her immediately.