KIERAN

Four months later

I woke with a jolt, heart slamming against my ribs like someone had punched me awake.

The bed was empty on her side.

No warmth. No soft breathing. No Genesis.

My brows drew together instantly. We’d both lain down for a quick afternoon nap, her curled into me, belly huge now, almost due, my hand resting protectively over the swell. She’d been exhausted lately, glowing but tired, and I’d kissed her forehead and told her to sleep.

Now she was gone.

I sat up fast, sheets pooling around my waist.

“Genesis?”

Nothing.

The room was quiet.

That bad feeling hit like ice in my veins.

I...