Zoraya

The morning light streamed in through the large windows, casting a soft golden glow across the room. The warmth should have been comforting, but I still felt cold inside.

Even after Axel’s reassurances, even after the promise he made to stand by my side, a small part of me still couldn’t silence the fear that lurked deep within me.

What if he changed his mind?

What if, one day, he looked at me and realized that I was too broken? That the child I carried was too much of a ...