I heard footsteps walking away. It was faint, but clear enough to catch my attention. I immediately turned toward the door—but it was already closed. Still, something about the moment felt oddly familiar. That presence… it wasn’t random. Someone had been there.
I shook my head. I was overthinking again. I already knew what everyone was probably saying behind my back. They were getting irritated with me, thinking I was just stalling for no reason. To them, I was indecisive, wasting time, holding things up.
But they didn’t know the truth.
I glanced down at my lower abdomen and slowly placed my hand over it. That’s when reality hit me again. I wasn’t just thinking about myself anymore.
I let out a deep, frustrated breath. My eyes scanned the room. The training earlier had drained every bi
