Tell Me.

The drive to Quinn’s secluded apartment was silent. Ivan’s eyes stayed locked on the road, his knuckles white against the steering wheel.

Beside him, Eva cradled baby Eric, her gaze drifting between the passing scenery and her husband’s hardened profile.

Harrison, unbeknownst to Ivan, had followed secretly from a distance. He trailed their car cautiously, never letting it out of his sight.

Quinn’s apartment was a small cottage, nestled in a deserted outskirt of the city. It was the perfect hideaway, but the isolation only made her feel more hurt.

It had been almost a week since she had spoken to anyone other than her doctor and Ivan.

See was not ready to see anyone, especially not her brother, but she knew they would come sooner or later.

When she saw Ivan’s car pull up outside, she took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was sure to be an emotional encounter.

“Quinn,” Eva greeted softly as she stepped inside, carrying baby Eric in her arms. She smiled gently, trying to mask h