- Luca
Ivy sat on the edge of the examination bed, her back straight, looking pale and fragile. She was the perfect picture of a damsel in distress.
“Just dehydration,” the doctor said, his tone matter-of-fact. “You need to rest and drink more fluids. Stress can aggravate it.”
She nodded, her hands folded neatly in her lap. “Thank you.”
I leaned against the wall outside the obstetrics, arms crossed. I watched Rowan pacing back and forth like a trapped wolf, his jaw set so tight I thought his teeth might break.
Every step he took was so heavy it felt as if he were trying to crush the floor tiles.
Ivy sat on the bench, her hands pressed to her stomach.
It didn’t look like she was protecting a baby yet; it looked like she was clutching a secret that might blow up the mo
