If there was one thing pregnancy had given me besides swollen ankles and a daughter who loved practicing karate inside my womb, it was sensitivity to energy.
People's moods.
Their intentions.
The air around me.
That was why the world felt… strange today.
Not dangerous or threatening.
Just… sharp. Like walking through a room filled with invisible needles.
But Jace was asleep. He was sleeping heavily for the first time in days. And I couldn't bring myself to wake him just because my intuition was being dramatic.
Plus, I needed fresh air.
I didn't want to suffocate both of us by hovering over him in bed while he tried to rest. So after leaving him a note on the nightstand, I slipped into his hoodie, pulled my hair into a bun, grabbed my purse, and decided to run a small errand.
Just ten minutes.
In and out.
Nothing stressful.
I had a craving for strawberries.
