Eldervale’s most famous villa neighborhood was just twenty minutes away, not far from Catherine’s place. With the streets empty this late, she pressed down on the gas, the city lights blurring past her window.
When she pulled up to 305 Summit Vista, the house was shining like a beacon. Every window was lit, as if waiting for her. Catherine hopped out of the car and hurried to the door. She rang the bell, once, twice, then again, but nobody answered.
She tried the handle. The electronic lock beeped sharply. Catherine paused for a moment, then typed in the password. The door opened with a soft click. It was the same code as at his place in Cabinda.
“Lance?” she called out.
She stepped inside, not even bothering to remove her shoes. The living room was empty. So was the kitchen. The foyer was quiet. No sign of Lance anywhere. Catherine made her way upstairs, her heart pounding. Through the half-open door of the master bedroom, she saw him.
Lance lay sprawled on the bed, a thin blanket tracing the lines of his body. A cooling patch was stuck to his forehead, and his cheeks were flushed with an unhealthy red.
“Lance?” Her voice trembled as she rushed to him, pressing her hand to his forehead. He was burning up.
“What happened to you?” she whispered.
He didn’t respond. He just lay there, motionless, his hands resting at his sides. Catherine could see the veins on his arms pulsing beneath his skin. She tried to sit him up, but he was far too heavy, and with her own belly growing rounder every day, it was impossible.
She was still trying to figure out what to do when the doorbell rang again.
Catherine tucked the blanket around Lance and hurried downstairs, her footsteps echoing in the quiet house. On the video screen by the door, Harrell’s face appeared.
She pulled the door open without hesitation.
“Harrell, thank God. Lance has a fever, can you check on him?” She knew he was an OB-GYN, but right now, she’d take any help she could get.

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