Joana had barely drifted off to sleep. Despite enduring the gala, she had managed to evade Elijah's inquiries about the pregnancy. Perhaps he was truly unaware; maybe her nerves had heightened her perception, and the Elijah she encountered that evening was simply his typical distant and harsh self. As she started to succumb to slumber, the remnants of her tears drying on her cheeks, she felt a newfound sense of tranquility. While a decision loomed, she found comfort in the idea of addressing it at her own pace.
Little did she know how mistaken she was!
It couldn't have been more than ten minutes into her slumber when she was abruptly startled awake by the sound of her door swinging open. Gasping, she sat up in bed, her eyes wide and tear-soaked, her heart racing as her fight or flight re
