“Biology lab?” The security guard eyed his rumpled suit with disdain. “All grad students cleared out last week.” A beat. “Family would’ve known that.”
The words landed like a knife between his ribs.
Twilight painted the quad in bruised hues when a petite girl with blue-streaked hair paused at his desperate questioning.
“You’re Sophia’s brother?” Her eyes narrowed. “Then why didn’t you come when she collapsed two weeks ago?”
James’ world tilted. The pieces clicked together with brutal clarity – the hospital encounter, Sophia’s nausea, the way she’d cradled her stomach…
The girl’s next words detonated in his chest:
“Your sister nearly lost the baby last week. Where the hell were you when she was in hospital?”
