Chapter Twenty-Four – The Truth They Buried
Anna’s P.O.V.
I knew something was wrong the moment my parents walked into my room.
Neither of them knocked.
My mother always knocked.
Not because she had to…
Because she respected my space.
Today, she walked in carrying the weight of the world.
My father followed close behind.
Neither of them smiled.
Neither of them spoke.
I slowly sat up, one hand instinctively resting over the curve of my stomach.
The baby shifted beneath my palm.
“What happened?”
Silence.
I looked from my mother…
To my father…
Then back again.
My pulse quickened.
“Is it the baby?”
“No,” my mother answered immediately.
“Then tell me.”
Carlos reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and removed a folded piece of parchment.
Without a word, he handed it
