(Author's POV)
Jasper stood frozen, his gaze locked on the empty doorway where Aurora had disappeared. A knot of anxiety tightened in his chest. Just before she vanished, he saw her hand fly to her stomach.
Did she hit it when he shoved her?
The thought made his blood run cold. She was supposed to be three months pregnant, yet she looked frail, her silhouette razor-thin. She didn't look like an expectant mother; she looked like she was fading away.
"Daddy!" Rosalind huffed, crossing her arms. "Stop looking at the door. Are you thinking about the bad woman again?"
Jasper blinked, snapping back to the present. He forced a stiff smile and patted Rosalind's head absently. He turned to Sienna, scanning her quickly.
"Are you hurt?"
Sienna shook her head, offering a brave, trembling smile.
