The agonizing encounter with Silas left Erin shattered. For the rest of the day, she moved through her shift at Marco’s diner like a ghost, her mind relentlessly replaying Silas’s parting words. He didn’t betray you. The phrase was a cruel puzzle piece that didn’t fit the horrifying picture of Corin standing on the Alpha’s Rock, holding Serai’s hand.
By the time evening fell and the diner closed, the weight of her secrets, her grief, and the tiny, fluttery heartbeat inside her womb became too heavy to carry alone. She felt like she was suffocating in her own skin.
She couldn’t do this by herself anymore. She needed an anchor.
With trembling hands, Erin walked down the narrow, creaky hallway and knocked on Jenna’s door. Her neighbor—a fiery hairstylist with arms covered in colorful tatto
