*Lena*

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the nervous flutter in my stomach.

I changed into the hospital gown, the fabric cold against my skin, and lay down on the examination table. Eason stood beside me, his expression calm and steady, though I could see the faint lines of worry etched into his forehead.

“You’re going to be okay,” Eason said, kissing my forehead and squeezing my hand. “We’re going to be ...