The morning sun poured gently through the thin curtain in Savannah’s new apartment. The room smelled fresh, nothing like the place she had stayed before. The bed was soft, the walls were clean, and for the first time in weeks, she felt a little safe.
Still, her heart carried heaviness. She sat on the edge of the bed, holding her belly with one hand. The baby. Her secret strength. The only reason she kept pushing forward.
A knock came at the door. She froze for a second, fear rushing through her. Every knock made her think of Nathaniel or Cassandra finding her. Slowly, she stood and opened the door.
It was Adrian.
He stood there tall and calm, dressed neatly, his dark hair falling just above his forehead. He held a small bag in his hand. When he saw her pale face, his lips curve
