She stared at the stick for a long time.
Two pink lines.
Two lives.
Her mind spun. Not from fear alone, but from memory.
"You will carry two of them into life..."
It couldn't be. Not already. Not now.
She texted Ray.
"We need to talk."
He came to her dorm room, nervous but smiling. She couldn't even meet his eyes at first.
"I'm pregnant," she said.
He froze. Blinked. Then: "Okay."
She looked up, startled. "Okay?"
"I mean… yeah, it's a lot. But we'll figure it out. Together."
That night, she cried, not from fear, but from relief.
Still, she said nothing about the underworld. Nothing about the real reason the news terrified her.
Because deep down, she knew…
These weren't just any children.
They were the ones she saw in the garden.
The ones chosen.
The ones with a price.