“What aren’t you telling me?”
Adrian’s voice wasn’t loud.
It didn’t need to be.
The question hung between us, sharp and inescapable.
My hand was still pressed against my stomach.
His eyes were still on it.
For a moment, the entire world narrowed to that single point of contact.
The house felt too quiet.
Too still.
“I…” My throat closed. “It’s not what you think.”
His jaw flexed. “Then tell me what it is.”
The air in the room felt heavier than it had in the hospital. Harder to breathe through. Harder to lie through.
My father had been moved.
Victor had escalated.
And now—
There was no more space for silence.
“I went to see a doctor today,” I said slowly.
“I know.”
“I didn’t tell you why.”
“You said routine.”
“It wasn’t.”
He didn’t blink.
“Go on.”
My pulse pounded viol
