Two weeks later.
Elara stared at the pregnancy test.
Positive.
Her hands shook so badly she dropped it. It clattered on the bathroom floor. Mocking her.
Pregnant.
She was pregnant.
Her mind raced. When was her last period? Before Christian's death. Before the wedding. Six weeks? Seven?
The math wouldn't work. Couldn't work.
She'd slept with Christian once. Right before he disappeared. One night after months of him being distant. It had felt like goodbye even then. Like he was already gone.
Then Logan. Her wedding night. And every night since.
Her stomach churned. She gripped the sink. Breathed.
Who was the father?
"Elara?" Logan's voice through the door. "You okay in there?"
She scrambled. Grabbed the test. Shoved it in the trash. Covered it with tissues.
"Fine! Just—give me
