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Belatedly Sullivan remembered the letter he had asked his lawyer to draft. But he had instructed the man to show it to him first, not mail it. “You weren’t supposed to get this now.”

“Then when?” she demanded. “Just when is a good time to tell me that you intend to rip this child out of my arms no matter what?”

“Marlene,” he began, then stopped. Given the situation, he would have expected her to be turning red. But she was a very deathly shade of white. “You’re turning pale.” Sullivan grabbed her arm as Marlene’s knees suddenly buckled beneath her. “What is it?” he demanded.

“I don’t know.” She was bewildered. “I—” Her eyes flew open. “Oh, my God.”

And then he saw what had caused her to gasp. “Marlene…I think your water broke.”