Evelyn’s POV
The morning light reflected gently through the curtains, turning everything in the room to gold. The air smelled faintly of the lavender scented candle she had forgotten to blow out last night, the same one Damian had said reminded him of calm evenings by the sea.
She stirred, half-awake, her hand resting over the curve of her stomach. The faint memory of yesterday’s ultrasound flickered in her mind, the rhythmic sound of the heartbeat echoing in the room, the grainy image on the screen, Dr. Allen’s soft assurance that everything looked “perfectly healthy.”
It had been one of those rare moments that made her forget everything else. Yesterday had been peaceful, and she’d held on to it like sunlight in her palms.
Now, she lay in that same bed, staring at the clock. 7:48 AM.
