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"The brass release moved under Evelyn Blackwood’s thumb with almost no resistance, and the section of black iron railing behind Grace swung outward over the marble foyer.
Grace felt the absence before she understood it. One second the railing pressed against the back of her hip; the next there was nothing there but warm air, chandelier light, and the impossible depth of the foyer below.
Evelyn did not reach for her.
“You should’ve never told Nathan whose baby this is.”
The words came quietly enough that Grace heard every syllable.
Her right hand went to her belly before instinct remembered the rest of her body. She stepped backward, found no floor beneath her heel, and caught Evelyn’s sleeve with her left hand.
For a fraction of a second they were connected.
Grace stared into the older woman’s face.
Evelyn’s gray eyes were steady.
“You already knew?”
Evelyn looked down at Grace’s fingers twisted in the navy fabric.
Then she pulled her arm away.
Grace fell.
Her shoulder struck the edge of the balcony hard enough to spin her. Below her, someone made a sound that might have been a scream. Crystal light broke into white pieces. She saw the staircase, the pale marble, Maya with both hands near her face.
Then Maya shouted a name.
“Nathan—look up!”
Grace did not remember seeing Nathan enter the foyer.
Later, he would say he had been halfway down the final run of stairs when Maya yelled. He would say he looked up because there was something in her voice he had never heard before. He would say he saw the cream-colored dress first and only afterward understood that the woman inside it was his wife.
Grace remembered his arms.
Not the moment before.
Not the distance.
Only the violent collision of being stopped when every part of her body had prepared for impact with stone.
Nathan caught her high across the back and waist, but momentum drove him sideways. His right knee struck the marble. His shoulder hit next. Grace folded against him, one arm trapped between their bodies. They slid several feet before his shoe found friction against the edge of a rug and twisted them to a stop.
Pain arrived in separate places.
Her ribs.
Her wrist.
Her back.
Her belly.
Grace made a sound into Nathan’s shirt.
He was breathing too fast. His hand went behind her head, then to her cheek, then hovered over her stomach because he seemed afraid to touch it.
“Grace. Look at me.”
She tried.
His face kept moving in and out of focus.
“Grace.”
“I’m here.”
“Where does it hurt?”
She did not know how to answer.
His white shirt had torn near the shoulder. There was blood on one knuckle. Somewhere above them metal rattled once, twice, then became still.
Grace grabbed the front of his shirt.
“She opened it on purpose.”
Nathan stopped breathing for a beat.
Grace watched his eyes change.
Fear did not disappear. It compressed.
He looked upward.
Evelyn stood on the balcony beside the open section of railing, one hand resting lightly against the decorative ironwork as if she had merely paused during a conversation.
Nathan’s jaw tightened.
“You just tried to kill my wife and my child,” he said. His voice was low, carrying cleanly through the foyer. “In my own house.”
Evelyn’s expression did not change.
Maya was the first person to move.
She ran toward them, shoes striking marble too quickly, then slowed when she reached Grace as though she had suddenly remembered that touching an injured pregnant woman might make things worse.
“Oh my God. Oh my God.”
“Maya.” Nathan did not take his eyes off the balcony. “Call nine-one-one.”
“I am. I’m calling.”
Her phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor.
She picked it up.
Evelyn remained upstairs.
Nathan looked at her for another second, then lowered his attention to Grace as if forcing himself to choose what mattered first.
“Don’t move.”
“I’m not planning to.”
The attempt at humor came out as a thin breath. Nathan’s mouth twitched, but there was no humor in his face.
Grace closed her eyes.
“No,” he said immediately. “Stay with me.”
“I’m just closing my eyes.”
“Don’t.”
“Nathan.”
“Please.”
That word did it.
She opened them.
He pressed his forehead briefly against hers.
Behind him, Maya was telling the emergency operator that a pregnant woman had fallen from an upper balcony.
“No, she didn’t hit the floor,” Maya said. “Her husband caught her. Yes. Yes, he caught her. I don’t know how far. Maybe twelve feet? I don’t know. Please just come.”
Grace shifted.
A sharp pain ran under her ribs.
Nathan felt it.
“Stop.”
“I need to know if she’s moving.”
His face tightened.
At twenty-seven weeks, the baby’s movements had become part of Grace’s private clock. Morning rolls after orange juice. Irritated kicks when she lay on her left side. A long, strange stillness whenever Nathan put his hand on her stomach and started talking.
Grace placed both palms against the curve beneath her dress.
Nothing.
Her throat closed.
“Nathan.”
“I know.”
“I can’t feel her.”
“You just fell. You’re scared. She’s probably scared too.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No.”
He swallowed.
“No, I don’t.”
That honesty frightened her more than reassurance would have.
Maya crouched nearby with the phone pressed to her ear. “They said don’t give her food or water. They’re three minutes out.”
Nathan nodded.
“Can you get a blanket?”
“Yes.”
Maya rose and froze.
Evelyn had started down the staircase.
She did not hurry. One hand slid along the polished banister. Her pearl earrings caught the chandelier light each time she turned her head.
Nathan moved his body slightly, placing himself between his mother and Grace without lifting Grace from the floor.
Evelyn stopped six steps above the foyer.
“That section has been loose for months.”
Nathan looked at her.
Grace felt his chest expand beneath her shoulder.
“Don’t,” he said.
“I told your contractors.”
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“Don’t speak.”
“She stepped backward.”
