Lina’s POV
Morning sickness wasn't a lie. It doesn’t announce itself politely. It doesn’t care if you’re in the middle of a war. It just hits.
I barely made it to the bathroom before I was gripping the sink, breathing like I’d just run miles. My hands trembled as I held the sink. It wasn't from fear.
But from this. The quiet, terrifying proof that my body wasn’t just mine anymore. I rinsed my mouth and stared at my reflection. You can’t afford to be a weakling, Lina. You—
A loud sharp knock came. Not polite. Not hesitant.
Carlino.
“You have been in there for too long.”
“I’m fine,” I replied.
He didn't listen to me, so he opened the door anyway. His eyes swept over me. Took in the pale skin. The way I was bracing myself on the counter.
“That doesn’t look fine.”
“I skipped breakfa
