Chapter 72
Sarah drifted awake the next morning through a thick, disorienting fog. Her body felt heavy—not just with the weight of her pregnancy, but with a lingering, bone-deep lethargy that made every movement feel like she was treading through molasses. As her eyes adjusted to the unfamiliar light, she scanned the room in a daze. This wasn't her bedroom.
Then, the memories flickered back: the move to the packhouse, the security measures, and the fact that Carter and Allie were gone. She was under a watchful eye now, whether she liked it or not.
“Ugh, right. I forgot,” she grumbled, pressing a palm to her throbbing forehead.
With a soft groan, she eased herself onto her side, using the headboard for leverage as she pushed into a sitting position. Just as she managed to find her footi
