Six months later, on a sun-drenched afternoon.
I sat on the swing in the villa's back garden, a gentle breeze carrying the faint scent of flowers.
I was five months along.
I looked down at my slightly rounded belly, feeling the tiny life stirring inside—and for the first time in my life, I felt a peace I'd never known.
Captain Shaw, dressed in relaxed lounge wear, walked over with a glass of warm milk, the temperature just right. He sat down beside me, his arm naturally wrapping around my shoulder.
In his other hand, he held a child's psychology picture book, reading aloud to the baby in a calm, steady voice. His voice was full of strength, and his eyes held nothing but tenderness.
A buzz came from the phone on the small round table. It was a message from a former colleague at the in
