Three days passed.
Elara stayed in her apartment. Ignored calls. Ignored texts. Ignored the world.
Until Christian showed up with groceries.
"How did you—" she started.
"Your building has terrible security." He held up the bags. "Can I come in?"
She should say no. Should maintain boundaries.
But she was tired. And hungry. And alone.
"Fine."
He unpacked the groceries. Fruits. Vegetables. Protein. Everything she needed.
"Thank you," she said.
"You need to eat. For the baby." He started making a smoothie. "Have you talked to Logan?"
"No."
"He's going crazy. Calling me. Calling everyone. Trying to find ways to fix it."
"There's nothing to fix."
Christian handed her the smoothie. "Drink."
She did. It was good.
"There's always something to fix," Christian said. "The question is—d
