Grace’s POV

“What’s the result?” Nathan’s voice trembled with anticipation as I stepped out of the bathroom and made my way into our bedroom. He was perched on the edge of the bed, his eyes searching mine, his expression a mix of hope and dread.

I shook my head, a small, defeated gesture. “Nothing,” I said quietly. His shoulders slumped, and a heavy sigh escaped him, as if the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

I crossed the room and sank into the armchair by the window, ...