The apartment felt colder without him.
Ethan was gone.
Camilla stood in the doorway long after the door had closed, her arms wrapped protectively around her growing belly. The soft echo of Ethan’s boots hitting the pavement still rang in her ears. He hadn’t even kissed her goodbye.
But it hadn’t always been that way.
Nine Days earlier
A knock echoed through the apartment, sharp and unfamiliar.
Camilla frowned and shuffled to the front door. When she opened it, her heart jumped into her throat. Three unfamiliar men in casual military fatigues stood on the other side, looking just as confused as she felt.
“Uh… is this Ethan Carter’s place?” one of them asked, eyebrows raised.
“Yes, it is,” she replied cautiously.
Another guy squinted. “And you are?”
Before Camilla could answer, Eth
