The boats arrived at first light.

Three official vessels cut through the morning mist like predators, their engines roaring across the quiet cove. I stood at the bedroom window, heart slamming against my ribs, one hand pressed to my heavy belly as the baby kicked frantically. Daddy was already outside, standing on the cliff edge like a king ready to defend his kingdom. His security team formed a line behind him, weapons visible.

I couldn’t stay hidden.

Barefoot and trembling, I ran down the path, the cool morning air stinging my skin. The baby kicked harder with every step, as if urging me to hurry.

“Daddy!” I called out.

He...