The morning after Julian's call felt heavier than the ones before. Helen woke up slowly, her body aching from another restless night.She lay there for a long moment, staring at the familiar crack in the ceiling, one hand resting on her stomach.Sixteen weeks. The baby gave a soft kick, like it was trying to say good morning through all the chaos.The rain was still falling outside, lighter now but steady. It tapped against the window in a rhythm that matched the anxious beat of her heart.She could smell herbal tea brewing in the kitchen. Alexander was already up.She found him standing by the window, mug in hand, looking out at the grey Boston street. His dark hair was messy, shirt wrinkled from sleeping on the couch.He turned when he heard her and offered a small, tired smile."Morning," he said quietly. "Tea's ready."Evelyn was still half-asleep on the couch but sat up when she smelled breakfast. She moved around the tiny kitchen with purpose, scrambling eggs and toasting bread
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