Elsa
Adam didn’t sleep in our room that night. By the time I stepped out of the shower, he was gone.
For the first time, I felt relief in his absence. There was something almost peaceful about the quiet that followed, like the calm after a devastating storm. But that peace was short-lived.
With him gone, I had nothing to distract myself from the painful truth that had settled deep in my chest.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands resting on my belly. A hollow ache bloomed in my chest, and I could feel Claire’s turmoil through our bond.
She was so distressed that she’d gone silent, leaving me alone in my thoughts. I stared at the ceiling, fear creeping in like a shadow, growing with each passing second.
Fear for my future, fear for our child’s future. Had fate dealt me a better
