The mansion was completely dark when I arrived. 

I needed to pack my clothes and my passport, and leave before Zyran returned from the hospital. 

I ran up the grand staircase to the master bedroom. I pulled my largest suitcase from the closet and threw it on the bed. 

I didn't pack the expensive dresses or designer bags Zyran had bought me. I only packed my simple clothes, my comfortable shoes, and the tiny white box with my baby's ultrasound. 

I was zipping up the suitcase when the bedroom door suddenly clicked open. 

I gasped and spun around. 

Zyran stood in the doorway. 

He looked exhausted. His white shirt was...