Pauline's POV
I looked up through my tears and saw him standing there.
Arnold.
My breath caught in my throat. "What are you doing here?" The words tumbled out in a broken whisper. My voice was hoarse from sobbing, and I felt completely exposed with those damning pregnancy tests scattered across the bathroom counter.
Arnold's expression darkened as his gaze swept from my tear-stained face to the collection of plastic sticks beside the sink. His jaw tightened. "Just finished my shift at Logan's cafe. Left my keys in the locker and caught your scent." He paused, his breathing becoming more deliberate, like he was preparing for impact. When his eyes returned to the tests, his voice dropped to a dangerous growl. "But what did you just say?"
