"You're leaving."
Lucas’s voice was quiet but firm, carrying the weight of an order rather than a request.
Desi stood across from him in their dimly lit bedroom, arms crossed over her chest. "No, I’m not."
His jaw tensed, the muscle twitching in frustration. "Desi, don’t argue with me on this."
"I will argue," she shot back, stepping closer. "I will fight you on this because I am not leaving you to do this alone."
Lucas exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He had expected this fight, but it didn’t make it any easier.
"This isn’t about what either of us wants," he said, voice low and controlled. "This is about survival. About keeping you and our baby safe. About keeping all of you safe."
Desi’s heart clenched at the word baby. Her hand instinctively went to her stomach,
