Vito approached the bed, his footsteps calm and measured. “Relax, Milo. You are safe here,” he said, his voice calm but commanding. Milan wanted to speak, to explain everything she felt, but words failed her. Instead, she just nodded slightly, her chest rising and falling as she tried to control her trembling.“You are stronger than fear, and you know it,” Vito told her quietly.Milan nodded again, the pressure of her pregnancy pressing at her mind again. A small part of her recoiled at the thought of keeping the baby. Another part, unbidden, felt a spark of cautious hope, fragile but undeniable. She did not know what she would do yet, but she knew Vito’s presence meant she would not face it alone.Milan wanted to believe that she wasn't alone but the truth kept nipping at the back of her mind. Giovanni is dead. Vito killed him. If he discovered that —she was carrying Giovanni’s child. A cold wave of panic washed over her. She could not tell him, not yet. Not when his stuff is in th
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