Amira's POV

As she continued walking, my gaze wandered, and I was struck by how beautiful this place was. It didnt appear to be empty; rather, it appeared to be more of a house than a large mansion. The chandeliers hung above the ceilings, casting light, and the more she spoke, the happier she appeared. Her hands were protectively placed on her stomach, and I felt a small sadness well up inside me as I stared at her swollen belly.

My hands went to my flat stomach, and I wished I could feel the kick again. I was the happiest when I was pregnant with Carl. Those brief moments when...