Because they were rehearsed.
I could almost hear Marcus in them.
First wife.
First baby.
First obstacle.
I rested my hand on my belly.
“Move.”
She smiled.
“Or what?”
Paul Haskins took one step closer.
Marcus saw him.
Savannah did not.
She leaned in, blocking my path with her body, and when I tried to step around her, she shifted her heel and drove the pointed toe of her shoe into the lower side of my stomach.
Not a stumble.
Not an accident.
A quick little kick hidden by her handbag and the angle of her coat.
But the pain folded through me.
My breath vanished.
The water fountain blurred.
My hand flew to the wall.
Marcus saw enough.
Not all.
Enough.
For one raw second, his face changed.
Not with concern.
With calculation.
Witnesses.
Camera.
Risk.
Then he made his choice.
He looked at Savannah and said, “Careful.”
Careful.
Not sorry.
Not stop.
Careful.
The young mother on the bench gasped.
Paul was already moving.
Claire came out of the courtroom at a run.
“Emily!”
Savannah stepped back, eyes wide now, mouth open in perfect innocence.
“She bumped me.”
Marcus moved between us.
