Adina’s POV

After Eric left, I sat there, staring at the door long after it closed behind him. The quiet of the room pressed down on me, heavier than before. His small, tearful face lingered in my mind, those hollow eyes filled with grief that no child should ever have to carry.

I placed a hand over my chest, feeling the faint, rhythmic thud beneath my palm. My heart ached for him. For the parents he’d lost. For the child growing inside me who might one day face a similar fate if Jackson ...