Chapter 28: Inheritance
Melody Pov I woke slowly, like my body was negotiating with the morning before agreeing to join it. For one disorienting second I didn’t know where I was. Then the ceiling resolved into dark lines and recessed light, the sheets smelled faintly of Anton instead of my apartment, and the memory of last night came back all at once: the 7-Eleven, his face, the car, the fight, the terrifying force of him when he realized I had kept this from him for sixteen weeks. My hand moved instinctively to my stomach. Still there. Still real. Still somehow impossible. The other half of the bed was empty. That didn’t surprise me. Anton was not the kind of man who slept in when furious. I sat up more slowly than usual and looked around. The room was quiet, expensive, and restrained in that way ever
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