SOPHIA’S POV
The evening was cold, winter creeping in through the windows even with the heat on. It was Thanksgiving today, and Christmas was just a few weeks away.
I stood in front of the mirror, the towel wrapped around my body, staring at the one thing that had changed everything.
My bump.
It wasn’t huge yet, but it was there. Round, visible, impossible to ignore. It was one of the things I was grateful for.
I placed my hand on it, tracing the shape gently.
My breath caught in my throat. “You’re really in there,” I whispered.
It was strange how something so small could make me feel so strong.
So dangerous and so ready to take on anything.
I slipped into a soft dress that hugged me comfortably and grabbed my cardigan. I walked downstairs to find Jace at the diner table with
