Lily's POV

I didn’t even have time to realize what was happening. One moment, I was in the quiet of my apartment, preparing dinner, the baby kicking gently inside me. The next, I was shoved into a car, my arms pinned, my screams muffled by the cloth pressed to my face.

Ivana’s voice, sharp and cold, cut through the haze. “Quiet, Lily. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

I struggled, my hands pushing against her arms. “Ivana! What what are you doing?!” My heart raced. Panic clawed at me like a wild animal. I tried to kick, to push, to scream, but it was useless. She was...