“Roen!” Abigail’s voice caught in the air just as he stepped out into the lobby of the Ulrick Building. She spotted him right on time, rushing toward him before he could disappear.
Roen stopped in his tracks, eyebrows lifting in surprise. “Abigail? Whoa, slow down—don’t run,” he said, worry flashing in his eyes as she hurried to him.
“I wasn’t going far,” he added, stepping closer instinctively. “You didn’t have to sprint like that.”
Abigail finally reached him, breathing lightly, cheeks flushed from the brief dash. There was a smile on her face—half from relief, half from sheer happiness at seeing someone familiar.
Roen studied her for a beat. Her smile was sweet, but he knew better. The doctor had made it clear: Abigail’s pregnancy needed special care. And while it wasn’t in his job
