Three Weeks Pregnant.

"Attempted murder? Who did she try to kill?"

Quinn sighed, "me," she replied, "her aim was to kill me, but unfortunately, Ivan happened to be at the scene at that time."

After a few more minutes of shared sadness and tears, Jasmine took a shaky breath. “What about Ivan? How is he dealing with all of this?”

Quinn gave her a soft smile. “Ivan’s doing well now. He’s had a lot to process, but he is strong, and he is recovering now. He and Eva have a baby now. I'm just glad he didn't die."

Jasmine managed a small smile at that. “I’m glad he’s okay,” she said quietly.

Eventually, the emotional conversation wound down, and the three of them retired to their separate rooms for the night.

But for Quinn, sleep was far from her. As she lay in bed, her thoughts wandered back to the figure she had seen at the airport earlier that day.

The face that had been haunting her thoughts ever since. Was it really Jacob? Or was her mind playing tricks on her? She just couldn't tell.

She replayed the scene