The shrill cry of the ambulance cut through the night as Tara, unconscious and ghostly pale, was rushed into surgery.
The hospital corridor was thick with the smell of disinfectant. Zach leaned against the wall, running a hand through his hair, nerves stretched thin.
“Zach!”
Footsteps thundered from down the hall. Dylon and Rosie burst in, breathless, eyes wide with panic.
“How’s Tara? And the baby? What did the doctors say?” Rosie grabbed Zach’s arm, her voice shaking, her face crumpled with worry.
But more than the baby, she was desperate to see how Zach was taking all of this.
“I heard Reese shoved her at the conference. What happened between them? Did they fight?
“Why would Reese do that?” Rosie pressed, searching Zach’s face for answers. “Is she still mad at us? Is this her way of getting back at our family?
“But what’s any of this got to do with Tara? Why drag her and the baby into it? Tara didn’t even know what happened back then!”
“That’s enough, Rosie.” Dylon stepped forward and pulled Rosie into his arms, her eyes red and swollen. He patted her gently, trying to calm her down.
Zach stayed where he was, Rosie’s words echoing in his mind. Tara had no idea about any of it. Was that true? Had she really been in the dark all these years?
“Let’s not rush to conclusions.” Zach’s mom, Wendy, hurried in, worry etched all over her face. “Zach, I just heard Reese pushed Tara. There has to be some mistake, right?”
Wendy had known Reese since she was a child. She just couldn’t believe Reese would do something like this.
Zach dropped his gaze, replaying the scene from earlier in his mind.
He’d wondered if Tara had set Reese up, if she’d risked everything just to make Reese look bad. But if Tara honestly didn’t know about the past, then all the things she’d done couldn’t have been an act. She wouldn’t put her own baby in danger just to frame Reese.
There was only one explanation left.

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