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304 pages, Paperback
First published May 5, 2026
The house transformed light. Whether it was the hue of the paint or the type of old glass in the windows, even the tropical sunlight beaming full blast into a room diluted into a wan yellow. It was the color of sickness, of urine-soaked sheets or jaundiced skin, and [Avery] could understand why the gullible might believe this place was haunted.
Fatigue was a gremlin waiting in every plane cabin, latching onto her as soon as she sat down and holding on for days.
...the gremlin gripping Avery's shoulders could not be shaken off.
...and the fatigue gremlin that had attached to her on the plane could be playing tricks on her senses.
He would behave himself, use her love for him, until he didn't need her anymore . . . To pretend he didn't despise her. That he still loved her, even. . . . Carlos took a deep breath and reached toward the newspaper again, using the impotent rage he held for his wife to fuel him.
Technically, she had a seventy-two hour window in which she could be fertile, but already her left ovary was spasming... Once the egg had left the ovary, they only had a day to fertilize it before it became nonviable.
Avery leaned forward to address the young woman perched on the chair. “Fatima, what is your experience with children?”
Carlos fought to keep his annoyance off his face.
“Oh, I love children.” The young woman’s eyes lit up. “How many do you have?”
Avery recoiled. She placed a protective hand against her stomach and hunched over, as if to hide its flatness. Carlos turned away from Avery’s rapid blinking; he fought the overwhelming urge to comfort her.