The room was quiet, too quiet, as Kaya stared at the ceiling, her mind heavy with unanswered questions. It had been a week since she’d returned home, and though her body was healing, her mind wouldn’t rest. Bedrest meant nothing when her soul was restless. The warmth and care of her friends felt comforting, but there was something else. Something off. Every time she tried to bring it up, Blake would dismiss her worries, Freya would brush them aside with a laugh, and Josh… well, Josh barely let her finish a sentence before handing her a cup of tea or insisting she rest.
She could no longer deny it—something was being kept from her.
Her fingers traced the slight swell of her belly absentmindedly. The baby. Her baby. This little life was all she had now, her reason to fight, to survive. But
