"Yes, she ran! I was trying to calm her down, but she suddenly went completely blank and said she had an idea! Then she told me she was going to—"
Celia violently bit down on her own tongue. Her heart hammered so fiercely against her ribs it felt borderline lethal. She had been a mere syllable away from slipping up, from screaming to Julian that Phoebe was on her way to terminate her pregnancy just to escape her worst nightmare. In Phoebe's twisted, manic logic, the media could never destroy her the way they destroyed Elena Laurent if there was no baby. But Celia forcefully reined herself in; that pregnancy was a secret that didn't belong to her to expose.
"Going to do what, Celia?!" Julian demanded over the line, his voice sharpening with immediate, dangerous suspicion.
