Chapter TwentyThree months before Raven's incarceration at Salverford prison
“Raven, I need to talk to you.”
Seraphia's voice was quiet. It was early morning. Raven blinked sleep from his eyes and draped his arm over her waist. He gave her a smile, but the one she gave him in return was uncomfortable.
“What's wrong?” Raven asked, frowning.
Seraphia said nothing but fidgeted, avoiding Raven's gaze.
“Hey,” Raven said, touching her face gently, “what's wrong?”
“I—” she began, but the words caught in her throat. Raven took her hand in his and she began again.
“I went to the hospital last week, on Tuesday.”
Raven frowned and squeezed her hand.
“Yes,” she continued, “I went in because—” She hesitated again. “I took a test, and it turned out that I was pregnant.”
The shock hit Raven fir
