Mara
I paused at the doorway, weighing my decision. Lucian’s warning echoed in my mind—stay away from Tiffany. He was right. The last thing I needed was more drama, especially with everything unraveling outside these walls.
I turned to her. “I don’t want trouble, Tiffany,” I said clearly, loud enough for the staff to hear. “This is a serious situation. If you get worked up and something happens to your baby, I’ll be blamed. Some people won’t hesitate to say it was intentional.”
Tiffany shook her head quickly, eyes glassy with emotion.
“I swear I’m fine, Mara. Please. I just… I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
And the truth was—I wanted to be alone. Desperately. I needed space to think, to breathe, to break if I had to. But I looked at her and saw it: the quiet loneliness that had beco
