Ellie POV
“Ellie?” Lance called as he knocked on my bedroom door. “Are you still alive in there? Have you grown roots? Should I call the gardener?”
I was sitting on my bed, where I’d been all morning, unable to control the tears spilling down my face.
There wasn’t any particular reason for the crying—no event that had triggered it. I just couldn’t stop. It kept happening lately. I knew it was the pregnancy hormones, but that didn’t make it any easier.
What made it worse was that I was trying to keep my pregnancy a secret. If anyone saw me behaving like this outside my bedroom, they’d probably think I’d lost my mind—or worse, have me committed. So I stayed in my room as much as I could.
As much as I knew Lance meant well, the fact that he kept trying to drag me out of my room was driv
