Fiona’s POV
My hands stayed firm on my stomach, fingers spread wide—like they could shield the child inside. Like they could undo what had just happened.
The door clicked shut behind Lara. I barely noticed.
Asher’s stare bore into me. Heavy, suffocating. I knew he was waiting for me to look at him. I couldn’t. If I did, I might probably shatter into a thousand pieces.
He dropped evenly to his knees. His hands hovered close but not touching. "Fiona," he said, voice raw. "Are you sure?"
I nodded.
A lie. A terrible one.
Because I felt it.
Warmth is pooling between my legs. Wetness seeping through.
I didn’t dare check.
Didn’t acknowledge it.
Didn’t breathe too deeply.
Not now. Not yet.
"Asher, leave." Miriam’s voice cut through the silence like a blade sharp, and unwavering.
He d
