POV: Sarina
The morning began silently, almost too peaceful, like the calm before the storm. I could still feel the weight of the previous night, the memory of Zander’s gentle touch on my face as I slept. What did that mean? Regret? Guilt? Or just confusion?
I couldn’t say.
The strong scent of herbal tea, probably prepared by Gloria, pulled me back to the present. I needed to stay strong. For myself and for the baby.
But my resolve shattered the moment the bedroom door opened.
“Sarina.”
Zander’s voice was cold. So different from the man who had been by my side last night.
My heart pounded, and a bad feeling crept down my spine. I took a deep breath and sipped my tea before asking,
“Hey. Good morning. Did something happen?”
“Is this yours?” He held up a piece of pap
