Lyra's POV
The pain was the first thing that woke me. It wasn't the dull ache of morning sickness or the light tug of a stretching womb. It was sharp, like a hot wire twisting deep in my gut, carving its way through my lower belly. I gasped, clutching the sheets as a cold sweat broke out across my forehead.
When I pulled back the duvet, my heart stopped.
There was blood. A dark, terrifying stain spread across the white silk sheets. My mind went blank with a primal sort of fear. Was I losing it? Was the baby gone because of what I’d done with Kevin? The guilt hit me harder than the cramp. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, my fingers trembling so hard I almost dropped it.
I didn't call Elliot. I didn't even think of him. Instead, my thumb hovered over Kevin’s name before sliding
