Chapter 143

The turning point didn’t come with drama.

It came with two pink lines.

She stared at the test in the quiet of the bathroom, heart pounding in a steady, disbelieving rhythm. The house was still—Daniel downstairs packing lunches, their child humming to a stuffed animal in the living room.

Two lines.

Clear.

Certain.

She sat on the edge of the bathtub, the weight of it settling slowly—not panic, not even shock.

Expansion.

Again.

She had imagined this moment before. ...