Amara’s POV
I sat quietly beside Aria, watching her push around the food I brought earlier. She looked pale, but at least she was trying to eat. I knew how hard it was for her to keep anything down with the morning sickness, but I wouldn’t leave until I saw her eat at least a little.
"Come on, Aria, just a few more bites," I encouraged softly, handing her a glass of water.
She smiled weakly at me and took another bite of the soup.
Just as I was about to say something else, my phone buzzed on the table, vibrating loudly against the wood. I frowned, seeing my uncle’s name on the screen. My stomach twisted. Uncle Andrew rarely called me unless it was something serious.
“Hello?” I answered quickly, my heart already pounding.
“Amara...” Uncle Andrew’s voice was shaky. “It’s your aunt... A
