“I need my things. I want to go back home and take some of my stuff,” she said.
I nodded without hesitation. “When you are ready to go, the guards will escort you,” I said, and she frowned but didn’t say another word.
Silence hung in the air as I watched Lisa carefully as she sat there, her hands gripping the armrest of the chair while she avoided my gaze. Something about her posture made me uneasy. Then I noticed it—her legs looked slightly swollen. My brows furrowed as I took a step closer.
“Lisa,” I said, my voice softer this time. “Your legs… they’re swollen.”
She shifted uncomfortably and averted her eyes. “It’s normal,” she muttered. “It’s just the pregnancy.”
I frowned, not convinced. “Does it hurt?”
“It’s fine, Nathan,” she replied sharply.
Ignoring her resistance, I walked
