Chapter 91: Letter from the Dead Zone

The peace they had fought for felt like a thin sheet of ice. Beneath it, the water was still freezing, and every time the phone rang or a courier arrived, Arabella felt the ice crack.Two weeks had passed since the ultrasound. Adrian was trying. He had stopped hovering over her like a monitoring spirit, but he still watched her eat every bite of food and everything she does. The break came on a Tuesday afternoon.Arabella was in the nursery, sitting on the floor with Raina. They were building a tower out of wooden blocks—a "safe house," as Raina called it. The toddler was finally beginning to relax, her laughter sounding less like a startled bird and more like a child again.Maria entered, holding a silver tray with a single, thick envelope.“A courier just dropped this off," Maria said. "It’s from the Metropolitan Detention Center. It’s addressed to Mr. Adrian, but... it has the Whitmore seal on the back."Arabella felt a chill sweep through the room. She stood up, dusting the imagi

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The Metropolitan Detention Center was a high, solid block of concrete that seemed to suck the light out of the sky. As the SUV pulled up to the curb, Arabella felt the familiar, cold dread settling in her stomach.Adrian sat beside her, his hands gripped so tightly on his knees that his knuckles were white. He hadn't spoken since they left the penthouse. He looked like a man heading toward the gallows, his jaw set."You don't have to do this for her," Arabella said softly, reaching over to cover his hand with hers. "You’re doing this for us. So she doesn't have a place in our heads anymore."Adrian turned to her, his eyes dark and hollow. "I just want to see if she’s still human or if it’s just more shadows.""I'll be right here," she promised. "I’m not moving from this spot."He leaned over, pressing his forehead against hers for a long, shaky second. Then, without a word, he climbed out of the car. Arabella watched through the tinted glass as he walked toward the heavy steel doors.

Chapter 93: High- risk

The waiting room of the VIP surgical wing was quiet. Adrian sat in a very comfy chair, but it felt like a bed of nails.He hadn't moved since they took her. He was still wearing the white shirt from the morning—the shirt he had worn to face his mother. The sleeves were rolled up, his forearms stained with the drying, blood of the last hour. He stared at his hands, watching a small flake of dried blood peel away from his knuckle.Is it a boy? Tell me it’s a boy.Claudia’s voice echoed in his ear, a rasping, phantom whisper that he couldn't shake. He had gone to that prison to bury her, to prove he was free. Instead, he had breathed in her toxicity and brought it to the woman who was his only light.The double doors swung open with a soft puff of air. Adrian was on his feet before his brain even registered the movement. His knees buckled slightly, the adrenaline that had sustained the high-speed drive finally evaporating into a cold, hollow terror.Dr. Aris, the chief of obstetrics, wal

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Chapter 93: High- risk