We leave the city without telling anyone.Alexander doesn’t ask. He simply appears in the bedroom while I’m folding laundry (slowly, awkwardly, my pregnancy making every bend a negotiation), and says, “Pack nothing. We’re leaving in an hour.”I look up. He’s already in jeans and a black T-shirt, keys in hand, eyes soft in a way that undoes me.“Where?”“Somewhere the world can’t find us.”He drives the black Range Rover himself, no driver, no security trailing.Just us. The windows down, wind whipping my hair, the Pacific glittering on the horizon like it’s showing off for us.It’s our escape. From the photos. From Theo and Amara. From worldFrom the almost-divorce that almost happened. From the weight of what we’re becoming.I lean my head against the window, hand on the bump, feeling the baby shift like it’s excited too.Or anxious. Like it feels my fear.Alexander’s hand finds my thigh. Thumb tracing slow circles.I don’t move it away. I don’t want to. But inside, everything is scr
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