Kylie’s POV
The silence between us felt heavier than words.
Yamah stood by the window, phone pressed to his ear, his back straight, his voice calm as he handled numbers that could come across his phone. I watched him from the edge of the couch, my hands folded tightly in my lap, my body restless in a way my mind couldn’t quiet.
Six months.
The thought repeated itself like a bruise being pressed again and again. Six months pregnant, and I hadn’t even known. My body knew before I did. It had been whispering for weeks. I just hadn’t listened.
He ended the call and turned to me. “You’re quiet tonight.”
“I’m tired,” I said, too quickly.
He studied me, not suspicious, just attentive. That was the worst part. Yamah didn’t interrogate. He noticed.
“You don’t have to stay up,” he said gentl
