OLIVIA'S POV
Julian had departed not long ago, and I had made the choice to take a day off from the office, prioritizing the well-being of both myself and our unborn child during these early stages of pregnancy.
Just as I was on the cusp of drifting into a peaceful nap, my phone rudely interrupted, shattering the tranquility of the moment. I fumbled for it on the nightstand, my sleep-addled mind struggling to answer the call.
"Hello?" I said, my voice still thick with sleep.
A soft, trembling voice replied from the other end. "Olivia, it's Mary, Michael's mother."
I held my breath, a wave of astonishment washing over me at the unexpectedness of Mary, Michael's mother, reaching out to me.
"Mary, what's wrong?" I inquired, sitting up in bed, now fully awake.
A pause hung heavy on the
