Blood And Silence
Alvara
It had been three months since I left my mother’s house, and my belly had grown enough that there was no longer any pretending. What was once a secret tucked beneath oversized dresses had become a quiet, undeniable truth, round, heavy, and always present. A life I carried whether I wanted to acknowledge it or not.
The violent morning sickness of the first trimester had eased, but the exhaustion never left. It clung to my bones, settled in my lower back, followed me even into sleep. Some days, lifting myself out of bed felt like a task meant for someone stronger than me.
Eliora had been visiting every week for the past three months, each visit stretching into days. Whenever she arrived, the house changed. The walls seemed thinner, the air heavier. Arguments spi
