The digital clock on the nightstand glowed a faint, blurry red in the darkness: 3:14 AM.
Erin shifted onto her left side, wincing as a dull ache radiated through her lower back. She was in her eighth month now, and sleep had become an elusive luxury. Her belly was heavy, tight, and constantly throwing her off balance, making even the simplest movements exhausting.
Outside, the streets of Greybridge were completely silent. The only sound in the small bedroom was the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock and her own uneven breathing. She lay in the dark, staring at the grey shadows stretching across the ceiling. Her mind was a chaotic storm. Ever since she had heard the news about Corin breaking the engagement, the protective wall of anger she had built around her heart was actively crumbling
