Ethan
The stack of paperwork on my desk seemed to grow taller with each passing minute. Despite the late hour, the pack’s business didn’t stop, and neither did my responsibilities. The sound of the door creaking open pulled me from the report I was reviewing. I looked up to see Grace waddling into the room, her hand resting protectively over her very pregnant belly. Her expression was a mix of frustration and concern.
“Ethan,” she said, her voice laced with worry, “I can’t find Mer.”
I immediately set the report aside, standing from my chair. “What do you mean, you can’t find her?”
“We had plans today,” she said, her tone sharpening with a hint of irritation. “We were supposed to go shopping for baby stuff. She promised she’d come with me, and now she’s not answering my calls or messag
