Nora

In the darkest hours of the morning, a relentless knocking echoed through the silent house. I groggily stirred from my slumber, a mixture of anxiety and exhaustion coursing through my veins. I was nearing the end of my pregnancy, and sleep had become an elusive luxury. I struggled to sit up in bed, my hand instinctively resting on my swollen belly, feeling the faint kicks of our unborn child.

As I pushed myself out of bed and reached for a robe, my mind raced with thoughts of Liam. He had been under immense pressure and stress due to the ongoing battle with Solange. Her relentless threats and demands weighed...