She closed her mind to all those things and stared at the pregnancy test stick. Even if the world around her was spinning out of control, this—a baby—could change everything.

She felt her teeth sink into her lower lip.

Sitting down on the lid of the toilet, she knew she’d made a mistake. She’d lost her heart. To James. That hadn’t been part of the plan.

And now . . . God, and now, she was losing him, feeling him slip between her fingers. Because of Rebecca Travers. Her heart ached at the thought. How could it have happened? Why would he take up with Rebecca again? It just wasn’t fair.

Sophia had thought—no, prayed—-that he would fall in love with her, really fall in love, and that no other woman could turn his head.

And then Rebecca had shown up.

Sophia’s blood began to boil at the thought of it. Because it was her own damned fault. But she wasn’t alone in that screwup; Julia had been involved too. In fact, the whole Megan going missing thing had been her idea.

Life was so damned unfair!

She squeezed the stick in her hand so hard that she caught herself, noticed the impression on her palm, and reminded herself that she had to stay calm and keep her temper under control.

It wasn’t as if the unfairness of the universe were a new thing.

It always had been unfair.

She thought of her years growing up, alone and isolated, an only child of cold-hearted parents who eventually divorced and shuffled her back and forth like some piece of unwanted furniture.