Behind us, Joseph’s voice carried, amused and triumphant. “Welcome back to me, Amara. Just remember—freedom always has a cost.”
For once, I didn’t care.
Sienna was with me. That was all that mattered.
Before the plane took off, I pulled out my phone and stared at it for a long moment. Then I removed the SIM card, my hands trembling, and flung it out of the open window just before the engines roared to life.
Aldrin’s POV
The sterile white walls of the hospital felt suffocating. Bianca lay on the bed, her face scrunched in pain, her hand clutching her stomach. I paced beside her, restless. The doctor stood at the foot of the bed, flipping through charts with an irritating calmness.
“Mr. Jones,” he said finally, lowering his glasses. “We’ve run the tests. There’s nothing wrong with her. The baby is fine. No complications.”
My brows knitted together. “Nothing wrong? Are you sure?” I looked at Bianca, then back at him. “She’s in pain. She said her stomach hurts. Don’t just tell me it’s nothing.”
The doctor sighed. “It’s likely stress. Or indigestion. Or maybe just a reaction. We’ll keep her here for monitoring, but physically, she and the baby are healthy.”