The note stayed pinned to the blanket long after we left the room.

Neither of us touched it.

Neither of us said a word.

We just stood there, breathing the same tension, the same dread.

Adrian reached for my hand, but I pulled away gently,

I needed to feel alone in that moment

Because for the first time, I realized this wasn’t just about me, or her, or him.

This was about the child growing inside me.

And what she was willing to do to claim something that was never hers.

The guards did another ...