The night was quiet, almost too quiet. The only sound was the soft ticking of the clock and the gentle hum of the ceiling fan. Savannah sat by the window, staring out into the darkness. The moon hung low, shining over the garden outside her new home.
It was beautiful — peaceful, clean, and everything she could ever need. The cream-colored curtains fluttered softly with the night breeze, and the faint smell of roses filled the air. Every corner of the house carried warmth and calmness. It was the kind of place that made her feel safe.
She gently rubbed her round belly and smiled weakly. Seven months. Her baby was growing fast. Sometimes she still couldn’t believe it — that there was a tiny life inside her, a heartbeat she was now living for.
Adrian had done so much for her. He boug
