Felicia's POV
The quiet after she ended the call felt almost too heavy to breathe in.
Felicia stood in the middle of the examination room, latex gloves still on, her eyes fixed on the door that had closed behind Damian and Evelyn. The faint scent of disinfectant lingered in the air, mixing with something warmer, a trace of Evelyn’s perfume, soft and floral.
The sound of their voices had long faded down the hallway, replaced by the low hum of the clinic’s machines. She could still imagine the echo of Evelyn’s laughter, faint and distant, the sound of a woman content in her illusion of safety.
Felicia peeled off her gloves slowly, the snap echoing too loudly in the still room. Her heart was still pounding.
Two heartbeats.
She had seen them clearly.
At first, she thought it was a refl
