*Lena*
The bravery I had last night quickly disappeared the moment I climbed into the car the next day. I knew I had to do this, for my own peace of mind, but I was scared. Even with Eason by my side, his hand resting warmly on mine, I was restless.
I glanced over at him, his profile so calm as he hummed along softly to a tune on the radio. I envied his ease.
“You’re quiet,” he said, his eyes briefly flicking to mine before returning to the road.
“Just thinking,” I replied, forcing a smile. “It’s a lot to take in.”
He squeezed my hand gently. “I know. But we’re in this together, Lena. You and me. And…our baby.” His voice softened at the last word, and I felt a lump rise in my throat.
Our baby. I knew that Eason was trying to be optimistic, but I couldn’t shake off the fear that maybe, just maybe, our baby was… like me. A creature marked by fear and hunted by those who didn’t understand— it made my blood run cold.