ARIA'S POV
Morning arrives slowly in the countryside villa. I wake up before Sebastian does. I always do now. My eyes open to the pale gray light of dawn filtering through the thin curtains, and for a moment I lie still, staring at the ceiling, trying to gather myself before the day begins. Because the moment I move, the nausea will come.
Slowly, carefully, I turn onto my side and pushes myself up from the bed. The room spins slightly, forcing myself to pause, one hand gripping the edge of the mattress as I breathe through the dizziness. The same routine. Every morning. My palm drifts unconsciously to my stomach. Flat. Still the same. Yet everything feels different. The test I took three days ago is hidden beneath the false bottom of my suitcase, wrapped carefully in a scarf like it’s so
