The nightmares started at week thirty-four.

Liora would wake gasping, convinced something was wrong with Atlas. Her hands would fly to her belly, feeling for movement.

He always kicked back. Reassuring her he was okay.

But the fear lingered.

On one particularly bad night, she woke crying. Leander heard from his room and appeared at her door.

“Another nightmare?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

He crossed to her bed, sitting on the edge. “Want to talk about it?”

“I keep dreaming Atlas is born but he’s not breathing. And I can’t do anything. Just watch him—” Her voice broke.

“Hey. That’s not going to happen. He’s strong. Healthy. Dr. Thorne...