“She Confessed Her Pregnancy to a Comatose Billionaire—Then He Opened His Eyes… and Said Her Name”

Grace slept between them. Snow fell lightly over Chicago, softening the city’s hard edges.

“You know,” Clara said, “the first thing you ever said to me scared me half to death.”

Julian smiled.

“You were telling secrets to a coma patient. I had to make an impression.”

“You did.”

He took her hand.

“And you kept talking.”

Clara looked out at the snow, then at their daughter.