Maya’s POV
The morning after Victoria’s arrest felt like waking from a nightmare into an uncertain dream. Sunlight filtered through the safe-house curtains, and for the first time in weeks, I’d slept through the night without jerking awake at every sound.
Alex was already up, making breakfast in the tiny kitchen. The smell of eggs and toast made my stomach growl—a good sign. The baby had been restless lately, responding to every spike of my anxiety.
“You’re awake,” he said, smiling as I shuffled in. “How do you feel?”
“Heavy. Tired. But safe.” I sank into a chair, both hands on my enormous belly. “Is it wrong that I don’t trust this feeling?”
“It’s not wrong. It’s smart.” He set a plate in front of me. “But Victoria’s in federal custody. Judge Brennan denied bail. Walsh says the evide
