Katrina pov
The morning sun had barely begun to slice through the heavy velvet curtains of our bedroom when my eyes snapped open. For a long, silent moment, I just stared at the ceiling, my hand instinctively drifting down to rest against my flat stomach. There was a secret resting beneath my palms—a fragile, beautiful secret that changed absolutely everything.
*I will go and meet her and talk things out with her,* I whispered to myself, the words a desperate mantra against the rising knot of anxiety in my throat. I couldn’t let her shadow hang over my happiness anymore. I needed to face her.
Closing my eyes tight, I offered a short, silent prayer to the heavens, begging for the strength to protect what was mine. With a deep breath, I slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb the rhyt
