Aliyah’s POV

The morning light filtered softly through the cream curtains, warming my face and pulling me out of sleep. I blinked a few times, trying to remember where I was before the scent of lavender soap and the faint hum of city traffic reminded me. Melbourne.

I sat up slowly, my hand automatically finding my belly. The baby kicked. It was stronger now, more frequent. I smiled weakly, even though my eyes stung with fatigue. “You’re restless today, huh?” I murmured. “Just like ...