Moira's POV

The morning light filters through my window at Apex Palace.

I pace the room, one hand resting on my stomach. The triplets are restless today, sensing my tension through whatever connection we already share.

Claire arrives with breakfast an hour later. She sets the tray down with her usual pleasant smile, asks if I need anything, then leaves. I stare at the food but don't eat.

Derek knows about Cain by now. I'm certain of it.

The question is what ...