As the car rolled to a stop in front of Valeria’s house, Adrian shifted in his seat, glancing at her. She looked tired—her eyelids drooping, her hand resting idly over her stomach as if in silent reassurance.

"We're here," he said gently, but Valeria only blinked slowly before nodding. She reached for the door handle, stepping out with a little more effort than usual. Adrian watched as she fumbled with the keys in her hand, swaying slightly. His brows furrowed in concern.

"Valeria—" ...