KIERAN Four months later I woke with a jolt, heart slamming against my ribs like someone had punched me awake. The bed was empty on her side. No warmth. No soft breathing. No Genesis. My brows drew together instantly. We’d both lain down for a quick afternoon nap, her curled into me, belly huge now, almost due, my hand resting protectively over the swell. She’d been exhausted lately, glowing but tired, and I’d kissed her forehead and told her to sleep. Now she was gone. I sat up fast, sheets pooling around my waist. “Genesis?” Nothing. The room was quiet. That bad feeling hit like ice in my veins. I threw the covers off, yanked on sweatpants, didn’t bother with a shirt, and ran out of the bedroom. Bare feet slapped against the floor as I took the stairs two at a time and reached the living room. Daisy sat cross-legged on the rug, playing with blocks, Michelle toddling beside her, giggling every time she made a tower fall. Amelia was napping on the couch, head tilted bac
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