Alina sat by the window, sunlight falling across her rounded belly. Her hands rested lightly on it, feeling the subtle movements within. She was several months from giving birth, her body carrying life steadily, almost rhythmically. She had grown stronger, her muscles more resilient, her breathing easier, but every step reminded her of fragility.The house had become her world. Its quiet corridors, orderly rooms, and precise routines were no longer strange but familiar. And the man who had saved her was no longer just a silent observer. He moved through the home with the same calm authority, but now she noticed the small attentions: fresh water left by the bedside, a chair pulled close when she read, the gentle timing of meals and medications.In the quiet hours, she had discovered painting. She didn’t know why she was drawn to it, or how her hand could t
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