Day one without Logan felt like drowning.
Elara stayed in bed. Didn't eat. Couldn't stop crying.
Christian texted. She ignored him.
Victoria knocked. She didn't answer.
By evening, she was sick. Dehydrated. Shaking.
Someone knocked. Persistent. "Elara. Open the door or I'm calling a doctor."
Christian's voice.
She dragged herself up. Opened it. He took one look at her and swore.
"When did you last eat?"
She couldn't remember.
"That's what I thought." He guided her to the couch. "Stay here."
He came back with food. Water. Medicine for nausea.
"Eat," he ordered.
"I'm not hungry."
"I don't care. You're pregnant. You need to eat."
She picked at the food. He watched. Made sure she finished.
"Better?" he asked.
"A little."
"Good." He handed her water. "Now drink."
She did. Bec
