“I’m pregnant, Tom... I’m going to have a baby.”

Tom felt as if something was clawing at his guts. “My brother’s?” he had to ask, his voice cold and hard.

Ali’s shoulders tightened against him. “How could you even think that?” she cried, pulling away from him. “You, of all people... I trusted you, but that trust was obviously misplaced.”

The accusation in her eyes was like a physical blow. But before he could recover or say anything, she turned and ran, out of the gates and into the road.

He followed her slowly, his head going around in circles. Pregnant! Ali was pregnant... Who was the father? Jealousy gripped him. For a moment, he wanted to run after her, to grab hold of her, to tell her he was an idiot and ask her for the truth. But he’d revealed his doubts about her and Bobby when believing in her had mattered most. She’d never forgive him for that...