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“Then what do you call it?” Saroya asked.

I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out.

Because I didn’t know what to call it.

I didn’t know what any of this was.

“Look,” Honor said, stepping closer. “We’re not judging you. We’re worried. Because this,” she gestured around the nursery, “this is bigger than you realize. You’re not just carrying a baby. You’re caught in the middle of something dangerous.”

“I know that.”

“Do you?” Raven asked. “Because it seems like you’re so focused on the baby and these men that you’re not seeing the bigger picture.”

“What bigger picture?”

“The Landry family,” Honor said. “You don’t know what they’re capable of. You don’t know what they’ve done or what they’re willing to do. And you’re walking around like you’re safe because you got a house and a nursery and two men who want you.”

“I’m not naive,” I said.

“We’re not saying you are,” Saroya replied. “We’re saying you’re in over your head.”

I looked around the nursery—at the crib, the dresser, the tiny clothes folded neatly in the drawers.

This was supposed to be my safe space.

My sanctuary.

But standing here with my sisters, hearing their words, I felt the weight of everything crashing down on me.

“I don’t know what to do,” I whispered.

“You figure out what you want,” Honor said. “And then you protect yourself. Because those men—they’re going to do what’s best for them. You need to do what’s best for you.”

“And that baby,” Raven added, nodding toward my stomach.

I placed a hand over my belly, feeling the slight curve that had started to form.

My baby.

Not Amai’s. Not Kaisen’s.

Mine.

“I will,” I said quietly.

But even as I said it, I wasn’t sure I believed it.

Because the truth was, I didn’t know how to protect myself from something I was already drowning in.

And as my sisters filed out of the nursery, their voices fading as they headed back downstairs, I stood alone in the quiet room and felt the weight of everything I’d built—and everything I stood to lose—pressing down on me.

This wasn’t just about a baby anymore.

This was about survival.

And I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to make it out alive.

The rest of the visit was smooth and filled with laughs. I loved having big sisters. They were protective and always made sure I stayed on point. I was truly grateful for them.