Savvanah's POV
The clock on the nightstand read 11:15 p.m. The soft glow from the lampshade painted the room in pale gold, but there was no comfort in the light. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the second hand ticking forward. Each small movement reminded me that time was moving, while my thoughts were stuck in the same loop of guilt and fear.
I hadn't slept. I couldn't.
I wrapped my arms around my stomach, feeling the faint rhythm beneath my palms.
"Don't worry, my little one," I whispered, voice trembling. "We'll make it out of this. You'll meet your father soon. I promise."
The words were supposed to soothe me, but they only deepened the ache in my chest.
The door suddenly creaked open. My heart leaped—until I realized it was only the soft gust of air from the hallway. I exhaled shakily, pushing strands of hair away from my damp cheeks. I shouldn't be this scared, but how could I not be?