Doman's pov

I wasn’t meant to hear it.

That was the first thought that crossed my mind as I stood in the hallway, one hand resting lightly against the cool wall, my steps slowing when Dami’s voice drifted toward me. I had been heading back to the l room, rehearsing the concerned expression I always wore around Dami since she began to get sick and her pregnancy.

But curiosity anchored my feet.

“…the doctor said I can’t afford stress, Rhea,” Dami murmured. Her voice was softer ...