Evelyn woke with a frown. Something felt wrong. The room was dark, the faint glow of the bedside lamp casting shadows across the walls. She stayed still for a moment, blinking at the ceiling. Then a dull ache spread across her waist.

Evelyn stiffened. Her hand moved instinctively to her stomach.

“Ow.”

The soreness stretched from her lower back to her waist. Not sharp. But uncomfortable enough to make her uneasy. Her brows knitted. Immediately, her thoughts flew to the fortune teller.

"I cannot feel your pregnancy. As if it's not there."

Her heartbeat picked up. Evelyn turned toward the other side of the bed. Roman wasn’t there. Her heart...