Chapter 15: The Unraveling
Freya’s POV
The hospital room was dark now, illuminated only by the faint glow of the monitor beside Kaya’s bed. She had drifted off again, sedated by the doctor for what felt like the fourth time in the last few hours. Each time she woke up, her panic was worse, her sobbing louder, her hands clutching at her belly like it was her last lifeline. And each time, they had to sedate her again—just to quiet her down, just to let her sleep.
I sat beside her, gripping her frail hand as if my touch could somehow pull her back from the abyss she was sinking into. My heart ached at the sight of her—Kaya, the woman who had always stood tall, who had faced the world with unwavering strength even in the worst moments of her life. Seeing her like this, broken, desperate, an
