Aliyah’s POV

The storm had passed, but inside me another storm raged—louder, fiercer, more destructive than anything outside that tent could ever conjure. I sat there, pretending everything was normal, pretending my heart wasn’t racing like it wanted to claw out of my chest. I smiled when Asher looked at me. I even forced a small laugh when he made some offhand remark about how we’d have to patch the tent later.

But inside, I was shattering.

Pregnant. With Asher Moretti’s ...