Lila's fingers pressed against her stomach, her heart pounding as she felt it again—the faintest flutter, like butterfly wings brushing against her insides. It was barely there, so subtle she could've imagined it. But she knew better.
Her baby was moving.
A shudder ran through her as she sucked in a breath. It was too late. The pills were useless now. The choice she had spent so long agonizing over had already been made, not by her, but by time itself.
A quiet sound stirred behind her, and she turned her head to see Caleb leaning against the doorframe. His eyes, always sharp, softened as they landed on her. "I felt your heartbeat spike," he murmured.
Lila bit her lip, unsure how to say the words aloud. She swallowed hard and pressed his palm against her stomach instead. Wait. She held her breath, waiting for that small, fluttering movement to return.
Then—there it was.
Caleb froze.
