Vivian’s POV ;
The clinking of cutlery echoed softly in the dining room. Aunt Rim had gone all out for dinner, as usual. She placed a steaming bowl of soup in front of me, her kind eyes filled with encouragement.
"Come on, sweetheart," she coaxed. "It’s good for you and the little one. You need to eat properly."
I glanced at the bowl, the rich aroma of herbs and vegetables wafting toward me. My appetite had disappeared hours ago, lost in the sea of doubts and worries swirling in my mind. Still, Aunt Rim’s hopeful expression left me with no choice but to pick up the spoon.
“I’m fine, Aunt Rim,” I said, trying to sound convincing. “Just…a little tired.”
“Tired or not, you’ve got to eat,” she replied with a gentle firmness. “You’re eating for two now, remember?”
The reminder tugged at
