The guest bathroom was quiet except for the gentle slosh of water as I sank deeper into the oversized marble tub. Steam curled lazily toward the ceiling, carrying the faint scent of lavender and eucalyptus - something Elena had added to help with the lingering tension in my body.

I let my head rest against the cool edge of the tub, eyes closed, trying to breathe through the low, almost invisible ache in my lower belly. The doctor had been clear: rest, no stress, no sudden movements. But stress had a way of finding me anyway.

My phone rang on the marble counter.

I opened one eye, heart skipping when...