Olivia woke to the cold grit of nursery carpet pressed against her cheek.
For one disoriented second, she didn’t know where she was.
Then she saw the crib.
The dresser.
The soft yellow glow of the little lamp still burning above the changing table.
Her phone lay face-up beside her, screen dark now, notifications stacked somewhere behind the lock screen. At some point during the night, she had turned the ringer off. Or maybe she had only silenced it once and kept ignoring it every time it lit up again.
She sat up slowly.
Everything hurt.
Her hip. Her neck. The side of her face where the carpet had left faint marks against her skin.
“Great,” she muttered into the quiet room. “Elegant.”
The apartment was still except for distant traffic and the faint sound of Adrian moving around th
