Alina’s POV
“I really looked up to him,” I whispered, my voice trembling as tears blurred my vision. “He was perfect—or at least I thought he was. But how could he do this?” My hands shook on the blanket, clutching the fabric like it could hold me together. “It still feels like I’m dreaming. Like none of this is real.”
“Alina, please,” Zayn said, his voice cracking as he reached for my hand. Panic flickered in his eyes. “You need to calm down.”
“I’m fine,” I lied, forcing a smile that felt like it was carved into my face. “You don’t need to worry about me.”
But my chest burned with the truth I couldn’t speak aloud. I wasn’t fine. I’d lost my baby—our baby—because of that monster.
“I have you,” I added softly, blinking away tears. “So why wouldn’t I be fine?”
Before Zayn could answer,
