The evening at the coastal safe house had been deceptively calm. I sat in the main living room with a light blanket over my legs, one hand resting on the solid curve of my belly. Riley moved in slow, deliberate rolls, as if she too sensed the quiet was only temporary. Maxim dozed in an armchair near the window. Betty sat across from me scrolling through baby clothing sites on a tablet while Ivan paced the length of the room, restless as always.The first sign that something was wrong came from the perimeter.A guard stepped inside, voice low but urgent. “Their is movement on the eastern approach. Three vehicles hat is not ours. They stopped short of the outer sensors and sent two men forward on foot.”Ivan stopped pacing. Maxim’s eyes opened immediately. I sat up straighter, the blanket falling away.“How many total?” I asked.“Eight men visible, they are with light arms. Looks like a probe, not a full assault.”My heart rate climbed, but I forced my breathing to stay even. Panic woul
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