I didn't let go of her right away.
I kept her pressed against my chest, feeling the solid weight of her hand spread across my back. The steady, rhythmic thumping of my heart filled the quiet between us, and I held her just as tightly, terrified that if I loosened my grip even a fraction, the heavy fear I’d been carrying would rush right back in.
After a moment, she pulled back slightly, lifting her head to look at me. "When is the appointment?"
"Two weeks," I answered, my voice rougher than I wanted it to be. "They just want to be sure. Scans. Blood work. The usual."
"Then we're going together," she said. There wasn't a single doubt in her voice.
I blinked, the protective instinct immediately kicking in. "Kyra—"
"No," she cut in, her tone gentle but completely unyielding. "I don't ca
