The house felt quiet after Kevin and Jake went back to their regular routines, but it wasn't a peaceful quiet. It was the kind of silence that precedes a storm. Elliot was physically there, but he was a ghost, drifting from room to room and avoiding my eyes. He still looked at my stomach with a mixture of fear and resentment.
That changed when Sarah arrived.
She showed up at the penthouse with a suitcase and a bright smile, claiming she needed a break from her own life. I welcomed her with open arms. She was the only piece of my past that didn't feel tainted by the current mess. But the moment Elliot walked through the door that evening, the air turned static.
"Sarah?" Elliot stopped in the foyer, his bags dropping to the floor.
"Hey, Elliot," she said. Her voice was cool, almost guard
