Six months later

The Santorini sunset wrapped the sky in fiery orange and soft pink as I stood on the balcony of our villa, the same one where Ryder had once torn my wedding dress off me in a haze of hunger. A light breeze tugged at the hem of my sundress, and I rested both hands over the gentle swell of my belly, feeling the faint flutter of movement beneath my palms.

Everything is going smoother than I expected. Ryder has successfully overcome his trauma. He can stare at his mom's picture without going crazy over it. He tried and learned everything for my sake and I'm glad he's...