The morning sun slipped through the curtains of the new apartment. Savannah slowly opened her eyes, feeling the soft bed under her. For a moment she lay still, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember where she was.
Then it came back to her. Adrian had refused to let her stay in that dirty room with rats and cockroaches. He had carried her things here, told her it was safer, and that she deserved better.
She sat up slowly, her hand resting on her small belly. A weak smile touched her lips. “At least you’re safe, my baby,” she whispered.
A knock came at the door. Before she could answer, Adrian stepped in, holding a tray with food. “Good morning,” he said. His voice was calm, but there was a softness in his eyes she had never seen in any man before.
Savannah blinked in surpris
