Evelyn’s POV
The morning air was soft and cold, the kind that made the curtains sway gently as if the wind were whispering something secret. Evelyn stood in front of her mirror, brushing out her hair with slow, deliberate strokes.
She didn’t rush anymore. Her body had taught her to move slower, not out of fatigue, but out of need. Every motion mattered now. Every breath felt shared.
Today was another appointment.
Another glimpse into the life growing inside her.
She set the brush down, her reflection catching her off guard for a moment. Her face looked different — fuller, yes, but there was something else. A calmness, a quiet that hadn’t been there before. The kind that comes from finding rhythm in change, in life entirely.
Damian’s absence didn’t sting today, he had told her last n
