Maya's POV
Three days of bed rest in Alex's old apartment had lowered my blood pressure to a safer range, but the paranoia was getting worse.
Every car that passed on the street below made me flinch. Every footstep in the hallway outside made my heart race. Every notification on my phone sent adrenaline spiking through my system until I confirmed it wasn't another threatening message from Victoria.
"You need to eat something," Alex said, bringing me lunch he'd ordered from a nearby deli. "Dr. Chen said the baby needs proper nutrition even when you're stressed."
"I'm not hungry." I was watching the street from behind the curtain—a habit I'd developed despite knowing it was probably pointless. If Victoria wanted to find us, she would.
"Maya, you haven't eaten a full meal in two days." A
