Emily's POV
Lately, I've noticed something strange about myself. Food doesn't excite me anymore. I look at a full plate and feel nothing — but when I see dirt, dry sand, or the soft clay from the garden, something in me stirs. I crave it. I crave it like water on a hot day.
I know it’s bad for me. Especially in my condition. But it’s like the sand gives me something food can’t. A sick sort of comfort, as if it fills the emptiness inside me. Not just the physical one, but the one Damien left behind.
And the worst part?
It's not just sand.
This pregnancy has ignited something primal in me. The urges I feel now are overwhelming. Raw. Sometimes, in the silence of the night, I feel a pulsing need that makes me restless. I’ve tried to relieve it myself — but it never feels right. Not like h
