A prolonged silence followed Daniel's question — thick, suffocating, and far too heavy for the hour.
He hadn't planned to ask her that. The words had slipped past his lips before he could pull them back, before reason could intervene. Now, as the quiet stretched between them, his heart pounded harder with every second that passed.
He could hear the faint rhythm of her breathing, could see the way her lashes trembled ever so slightly — but Anna said nothing. Not a word.
She just… looked at him.
And the look in her eyes wasn't anger or confusion — it was something far more unsettling. It was as if he'd peeled open a wound she had spent years pretending didn't exist.
Daniel's throat tightened.
"Did something happen?" he tried again, voice softer this time, his hand still hovering near her abdomen. "For you to get this?"
