Azzy hesitated for a moment, watching her sleep, his heart heavy with the weight of what he was about to do. He knew it was going to be hard—leaving her, especially now—but he also knew there was no other choice.
He gently sat beside her, careful not to disturb her too suddenly. But it was time.
"Leiza," he whispered softly, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead. "Leiza, wake up."
She stirred, her eyelids fluttering open slowly as she groggily blinked up at him. "Honey?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. "What is it...?"
Azzy's heart clenched as he looked into her eyes. She deserved so much more than this, but the weight of the situation was too great to ignore.
"The time has come," he said, his voice quiet but filled with urgency. "I need to leave."
Leiza's eyes shot open wide in an instant. She sat up quickly, her hand instinctively going to her belly as if to reassure herself that everything was still okay.
