TRISTAN

“Yelena! Yelena!”

I called after her, my voice echoing through the hallway, but she didn’t stop.

She moved fast, faster than any pregnant woman should.

My brows pulled together as I watched her disappear into the room, the door slamming shut a second later.

She was strong, and healthy in a way that made me both proud… and uneasy.

I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down my face.

I didn’t mean to hurt her.

That wasn’t what I came here for.

I hated seeing tears in her ...