Cade’s P.O.VI paced the room like a caged beast, the worn floorboards creaking under my feet, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles ached. The room felt suffocating—small, too quiet, too clean, too calm.I hated that calm. It mocked me. Every step I took only made the storm inside me worse until I snapped and reached for the vanity, sweeping every goddamn thing on it to the floor. The crash echoed through the room like thunder, glass shattering, metal clanging. Perfume bottles, hairpins, that ridiculous little jewelry box she loved, it all hit the ground in a chaotic mess.“Cade!” Amara gasped, jerking up from the bed, her hand instinctively going to her belly. Her eyes were wide, frightened. “Stress isn’t good for the baby!”I turned to her slowly, chest heaving, eyes burning. “And neither is poverty, Amara!” I shouted, my voice cracking from sheer rage.&ld
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