Nathan’s POV

Weeks had passed since the chaos surrounding Alexander Vaughn’s downfall, and life had settled into a fragile rhythm. Grace and I were at a routine prenatal appointment, seated in the neurologist’s office as she conducted an ultrasound.

Grace lay on the examination table, her expression a mix of anticipation and quiet joy, while the doctor maneuvered the ultrasound wand over her belly. On the screen, a grainy image flickered to life, revealing the tiny form of our unborn ...