Belle watched the rain falling in a soft drizzle now, lightning flashing across the sky, followed by a distant rumble of thunder that seemed to shake the fragile building. She sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the boy to return with her meal. But even after half an hour, there was still no sign of him, and she was starving, her throat dry with thirst.
To pass the time, Belle idly looked through the baby things she had urgently packed, arranging them carefully, folding and unfolding them, smelling each one as they still held the faint scent of Rohan. The baby clothes had been tucked away in the same drawer that held Rohan's attire in the wardrobe.
Since the day he told her their unborn child was a boy, she had begun placing every new set of sweaters and baby items into Rohan's section of the wardrobe instead of her own. She inhaled deeply, letting the familiar scent calm her until she began to grow sleepy.
