Elena’s POV

The night air was cool when I stepped out of the taxi, but it did nothing to ease the heaviness pressing against my chest.

I had just watched Stella step out of Damien’s car earlier that evening, her face glowing beneath the streetlights, one hand resting almost protectively over her stomach as though the world revolved around the life inside it. I told myself it didn’t matter. I told myself I had already stopped caring.

And yet the image lingered.

My phone rang just as I ...