Thaddeus
A month passes quickly. We’re still on the move, driving through towns like ghosts, never settling. Evelyn grows more uncomfortable by the day—only a month left, if that.
As I pull into our next destination, the car comes to a stop. Evelyn is asleep beside me, her seat reclined. Ryland and Orion are crammed into the back, stiff from the drive.
Morning sickness hit her hard a few days after we confirmed the pregnancy. Despite her growing belly, she looks frail—sickly. She's lost more weight than she’s gained. Her skin is pale, her breathing shallow, and her eyes… hollow.
We were right—the baby is taking everything from her. Every bit of food, every drop of blood, even her strength. It’s like she’s a shell, and the child inside her is filling it with power that doesn’t belong to
