CAMERON’S POV

Pausing outside the closed door, I took a deep breath and balanced the steaming mug of cinnamon tea in my hand before pushing Serena’s door open.

As always, I didn’t bother to knock .

Serena sat blankly by the window, eyes red and empty. One hand idly sat on her belly.

"Serena," I said softly, crossing over to sit beside her. "I brought you something to drink. You need to keep your strength up, for the baby."

She didn't move or acknowledge the mug beside her. I sighed, running an anxious hand through my hair. "Please, Serena. You need to at least drink something, even if you don't...