A long, dark umbrella opened with a sharp snap just outside the door.

The silhouette of a woman stepped into the light.

The heel of her designer boot clicked against the wet concrete.

The umbrella tilted back, revealing Vivian’s sharp, flawless features under the harsh glow of the security lights.

She looked at us, her eyes stopping on the black plastic box in Luke’s arms.

“You always did have a habit of digging through things that don’t belong to you, Luke,” Vivian said.

Her voice was cool, cutting through the damp chill of the storage unit.

Marco did not lower his hand from his jacket.

“Vivian,” Luke said, his voice dropping to a dangerous register.

“Tell your guard dog to relax,” Vivian said, stepping inside and letting her umbrella drip onto the floor. “We are all family here, aren’t we?”

She glanced at me, her gaze lingering on my hands wrapped around my stomach.

A cold shiver ran down my spine, and I pressed closer to Luke’s back.

“You shouldn’t be out in the damp air, Elena,” Vivian said, smiling faintly. “It isn’t good for the baby.”