Chapter One Hundred-Seventy

They made their way through the crowd toward the bar set up in the living room. Bea tried not to notice the way people looked at her, some with curiosity, others with pity. Word had gotten around about the miscarriage, apparently. Small social circles and all that. Bea and Beckett had only told Camden, her father, and Fiona, of course, but Warren and Sylvia had probably seen no reason not to share