Deborah’s POV

She still felt it, a flutter, a hint of something new inside her. Deborah put her hand on her lower stomach as she stood by the window of their room, watching the sunset turn the sky amber and rose. The peace talks had ended hours ago, but she wasn't thinking about politics or treaties.

She should tell him. Erick deserved to know about this possibility, this hope.

But what if she was wrong? What if it was just the aftermath of their difficult journey together, some leftover ...