“P-pregnant?” Aurelia gaped, her jaw scraping the floor.

Ezekiel nodded solemnly, shifting on the hospital bed so he could take her hand. “The doctor said you're two months gone.”

Aurelia looked down at her stomach, unable to believe a baby was growing inside her. Her baby. Luke's baby.

Her vision blurred, and she felt like she was floating outside her body. She heard Ezekiel's concerned voice, but it sounded distant, muffled. The hospital room spun around her, a kaleidoscope of ...