Aliyah’s POV
I sped off again, the wind whipping against my face, the roar of the bike drowning out everything else. Every lap I took made my resolve stronger. The faster I went, the freer I felt. The baby was safe. The doctors said so. That was all that mattered.
But when I stopped for a break, I felt the ache deep in my lower belly. I winced slightly, placing a hand over the small bump beneath my shirt. “Hang in there, little one,” I whispered softly. “Just one more day, and we’re gone.”
That night, I sat alone on the porch, the bike gleaming under the moonlight. The air was cool, and the silence wrapped around me like a cloak. From inside, I could hear faint movements—Asher probably pacing, still worried, still unaware of what I was planning.
I took a deep breath. “Tomorrow,” I mur
