Three days later.
Logan was on top of the world.
He planned the nursery. Bought baby books. Called architects about houses.
"What about Vermont?" he asked over breakfast. "We could get a place in the mountains. Fresh air. Space."
"Vermont's nice," Elara said.
She picked at her food. Couldn't eat.
The unease had grown. Settled in her chest like a stone.
"You okay?" Logan asked.
"Fine."
"You're not eating."
"Not hungry."
He frowned. Reached across the table. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just—when will Christian's test results be ready?"
Logan's face tightened. "A few more days. Why?"
"Just wondering."
"You don't believe the first test."
"I didn't say that—"
"You didn't have to." He pulled his hand back. "You think I lied."
"No. I just—" She struggled for words. "Something feel
