Scarlet's POV Twenty-two weeks became twenty-three. Each morning I'd wake up and check the monitors first thing, making sure both heartbeats were still there, still strong. Some days the babies would move and I'd feel it, these strange fluttering sensations that didn't quite feel real. Other days they were still and I'd panic until a nurse came to do an ultrasound and show me they were fine, just sleeping. Damian read to me. Brought in his laptop and showed me funny videos. Told me about what was happening at the company even though I'd explicitly said I didn't want to hear about work because stress. He was careful, though, editing out anything that might upset me, giving me sanitized versions of reality that probably bore little resemblance to actual events. Eleanor visited daily, sometimes with updates about Jace, sometimes just to sit quietly and keep me company while Damian ran down to the cafeteria for food. We didn't talk about her faking her death or the fifteen years she'd
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