The days after the second boat incident passed in a haze of uneasy calm. The island felt smaller, the air thicker, as if the very atmosphere knew something was coming. I spent most of my time in the nursery, the one place that still felt somewhat safe. The crib was fully assembled now, soft blankets folded neatly on the shelves, and a mobile with tiny stars and clouds hung above it. I would sit in the rocking chair for hours, hands on my belly, feeling the baby move with increasing strength.
Each kick reminded me that time was running out.
Daddy had become a constant shadow. He rarely left my side for more than a few minutes. When he did, I could feel the weight of his security team watching me from a distance. The new rules were clear: no unaccompanied walks, no private conversations wi
