My body ached. The excitement of being back at work had faded, replaced by a dull throb in my ankle and the exhaustion of hiding a pregnancy. I unlocked the heavy front door of the Safe House, expecting silence and a cold, empty hallway. Instead, laughter filled the air. "Oh, look at you! You are still as beautiful as a doll, Mina!" "Stop it, Clara! You are making me blush." My hand froze on the doorknob. That was Zyran’s sister, Clara. The other voice, the deep, commanding one belonged to his mother, Beatrice. I took a deep breath. Just be polite, I told myself, be the good wife. I walked into the living room. The sight before me made my stomach drop. Mina sat in the center of the plush velvet sofa, wrapped in a cashmere blanket I recognized, it was a gift Zyran had given his mother last Christmas. Beatrice held Mina’s hand on one side while Clara was on the other, brushing a stray lock of hair from Mina’s face. Zyran stood by the fireplace, watching them with a soft, reliev
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