Aloe's POV
Agent Martinez was still documenting the room when I heard a commotion in the hallway—raised voices, staff members protesting, and then a voice I recognized that made my heart stop.
"I'm with the federal operation. Let me through."
Blake.
He appeared in my doorway before Dr. Walsh could stop him, and for a moment we just stared at each other across the space of my prison room. He looked terrible—exhausted, unshaven, wearing clothes that suggested he'd been up all night. But his eyes carried something I'd never seen before: not calculation, not strategy, just raw concern.
"Aloe." My name came out like a prayer. "Are you okay?"
I wanted to stay angry, to hold onto the betrayal I'd felt when I'd overheard his phone call. But standing there, nineteen weeks pregnant and just re
