The truth he couldn't escape. The one word that stood between them. His. Amara let out a shaky breath, like she had been holding it in for far too long.
Her fingers curled tightly at her sides, her whole body trembling not from weakness, but from the weight of everything she had been trying to carry without breaking.
"I know you love me, Julian," she said, her voice unsteady now, emotion finally slipping through the cracks. "And I know how hard this is for you right now. I get that… I really do."
Her eyes glistened, but she didn't look away.
"But damn…" her voice rose, raw now, stripped of control, "I'm going through my own shit too, okay?" The words hit the air like something torn open.
"I'm the one carrying this child. I'm the one whose body is changing, whose life is…" her voice broke, but she pushed through it, "...falling apart all over again."
