Four days. Four endless, agonizing days since they'd told me Kaelen was dead. Four days of living in a nightmare I refused to accept.
"Seraphina, please. You need to eat something." Iris's voice was gentle but firm as she placed another tray of untouched food on my bedside table.
I turned my face away, staring out the window at the mountains that surrounded our supposed sanctuary. What good was safety without Kaelen? What was the point of any of this?
"I'm not hungry," I muttered, shifting uncomfortably against the pillows they'd propped behind me.
The sheet fell away, revealing the monitoring devices attached to my swollen belly. At seven months pregnant, my son was healthy and active, completely unaware that his father was... No. I wouldn't think that word. Kaelen wasn't dead. He couldn't be.
