SCARLETT
I couldn’t sleep that night. Even though I was tucked beneath soft sheets and Zayden’s arm was wrapped around me like a promise, the silence in the house was too loud. It buzzed in my ears, filled with unspoken threats and a dread I couldn’t shake.
Vincent wasn't around. And this was the best time to have quiet moment with the one I love.
Vincent hadn’t said a word since that night.
He hadn’t stormed in, hadn’t demanded answers, hadn’t touched me, hadn’t even looked at me.
And that—more than anything—terrified me.
I pressed a hand to my stomach, trying to ground myself. My baby. My little miracle. The only thing keeping me from falling completely apart. I closed my eyes and breathed in slow, shaky breaths. I had to be strong. I had to keep it together—for them. For the life
