Elena’s POV

The moment the café door slams open, the fragile calm between Isabella and me shatters, and I do not even need to look up to know that whatever peace we were beginning to build has just been ripped away, because the air changes instantly, thick with rage and old hatred, and my body reacts before my mind can catch up, my hand going straight to my stomach as if instinct alone can shield my unborn baby from what is coming.

Michael walks in first, his face hard and twisted with fury, ...