Five Years Earlier
Bella's POV
The photograph from the waiting room sat in my nightstand drawer for a week before I could stop thinking about it every time I closed my eyes.
"You need to move," Mara said, sitting cross-legged on my bed while I packed a box of maternity clothes I'd barely started wearing.
My sister had flown in the day after I called her crying, dropping everything the way she always did the moment I actually asked for help instead of pretending I didn't need it. "Not just apartments, Bella. Everything. Your whole footprint in this city."
"I have a job."
"A job Ronan can protect. Your address, your gym, the coffee shop you go to every morning, the yoga studio you told me about last week, all of that is a pattern somebody can follow." She reached over and took the swe
