Grace’s POV

I stared at my reflection. The black dress hung on me like I’d borrowed it from someone larger, I’d lost weight since Helena died, despite the tiny life I was now carrying. My hand drifted to my still-flat stomach, the weight of the secret as heavy as the grief.

“You ready?” Maya appeared in the doorway, already dressed in a simple black suit.

I dropped my hand fast. “As I’ll ever be.”

She stepped closer, voice low. “Any morning sickness yet?”

“No. It’s ...