DAX – POV
There were few things in life I hated more than feeling powerless.
The silence in the apartment was broken only by the distant hum of the TV and the occasional clink of Henry’s coffee cup against the table. But I couldn't hear any of that. Not really. All my attention was locked on the sound of water running behind the bathroom door.
It had been five minutes since Maria ran past us, one hand over her mouth, the other holding her stomach. Five minutes of that door being shut, five minutes of me not knowing what the hell was happening.
I kept pacing, my bare feet moving across the hardwood floor like a damn lion caged in a zoo. My spine felt tight, muscles coiled with tension, and I could feel Henry’s eyes on me.
He looked pale. Like, ghost-white pale. And for once, he wasn’t
