Sarah’s words hung in the air like a thunderstorm that hadn’t yet broken.“What do you mean he already knew?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.She sat down slowly, still holding Matthew tightly against her chest, as if she wanted to protect him from something we couldn’t yet see. “Emily… Mark didn’t just know about your pregnancy,” she said. “He was having you watched.” My stomach dropped. “What?” “The photos in the folder… they weren’t a coincidence. He paid someone to follow you. I saw the payments—small amounts, regularly, to a private number. And there were notes. Dates. Your routine. Your doctor’s appointments.”