POV: Lina
I woke up before the sun was fully bright, staring at the ceiling like someone who had forgotten how to sleep.
The room felt heavy, even though nothing had changed. Same bed. Same walls. Same window with the thin curtain moving slightly from the fan. But everything inside me felt different.
I placed my hand on my stomach without even thinking about it. My chest tightened the way it always did now. Some mornings I still wished I would wake up and find that none of this was real — that the hospital, the doctor, my mother’s voice, the wedding talks, everything, had just been a nightmare.
But when I turned my head and saw my phone on the bedside table, I knew it was real.
There was a soft knock on the door.
“Lina?” Clara’s voice came through gently.
“Come in,” I said.
She pus
