Jefferson's POV
"Gordon? What is happening? Why are we here?"
Cathrine's voice carried pure bewilderment, the confusion cutting through whatever haze had been clouding her mind moments before.
I remained silent, my gaze fixed on Gordon's face. When had this transformation begun? His features remained unchanged from the boy I'd known since childhood. Even now, knowing the betrayal that was about to spill from his lips would shatter whatever foundation we'd built over the years, he looked exactly the same.
"Gordon?" Cathrine pressed again, her movements sluggish as her hand drifted toward her stomach. Gordon's expression twisted from false concern into pure irritation. "You're not pregnant, Cathrine. Stop cradling a child that doesn't exist."
"What?" The word came out slurred, but her shock rang clear.
