Diane's POV
I ended the call with Jessica, my heart pounding in my chest. For months, I'd avoided this moment, pushed it away, pretended it wasn't necessary. But now, with my pregnancy becoming more difficult to hide and Liam becoming more and more willing to make my life miserable.
"She's coming tomorrow," I said aloud to myself, still gripping the phone. "At 10 AM."
I took a deep breath, one hand instinctively moving to my belly. The twins fluttered inside me, a gentle reminder of everything at stake.
I found Joan in the kitchen, arranging fresh flowers in a vase. She looked up as I entered, her smile fading when she saw my expression.
"Everything okay?" she asked, setting down the scissors.
I leaned against the doorframe, suddenly feeling the weight of my decision. "I just called Jessica. From the Daily Chronicle."
Joan's eyebrows shot up. "The reporter?"