Tessa was already in her pajamas, but her eyes lingered on her reflection in the mirror. Her stomach was still flat, like nothing was growing inside. It made sense, she was barely two months pregnant.

A soft knock startled her. Probably the maid with the drink she’d asked for. She sat at the edge of the bed and told them to come in. Ana entered, her hands trembling as she carried a silver tray with a cup of hot milk.

Tessa couldn’t tell if the girl was sick or just nervous, but she’d ...