Ava’s POV Lila chose the café. She always did. Small. Intentional. Quiet enough to talk without lowering your voice but loud enough that no one could overhear you if they tried. Brick walls. Real plants. Coffee strong enough to feel medicinal. She was already seated when I walked in, laptop closed in front of her, tea untouched. Her eyes lifted once. Then narrowed slightly. “You saw the doctor,” she said. It wasn’t a question. I slid into the seat across from her. “Yes.” “And?” There was no dramatic lean-in. No squeal. No anticipatory grin. Just assessment. I set the ultrasound envelope on the table between us. Her gaze dropped to it. She didn’t reach for it immediately. “How far?” she asked. “Six weeks. A few days.” She nodded once. “And?” “There’s a heartbeat.” That made her inhale. Subtle. Controlled. “Okay,” she said. Not congratulations. Not oh my God. Just okay. The waiter came. I ordered tea I didn’t really want. She waite
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