It had been nearly a week since the night she’d found Michael lounging in the pool. He’d returned to his cool and distant self even before he’d left her body and he hadn’t touched her since. And she was in big trouble. Huge. Enormous. Life-changing. Trouble with a capital “T”.
Scarlett stood pacing back and forth across the cool marble floor of her ensuite bathroom, though her eyes remained glued to the sink. She wanted to ask herself how on earth this could have happened, but she knew how.
She’d been sick a few weeks before she and Alice had gone to live with Michael, and her doctor had prescribed her antibiotics. What hadn’t crossed her mind since then though was that antibiotics could impede the effectiveness of birth control. She’d never had to think about its effectiveness. It had a
