Chapter 150. Come to the House

June POV

By the time we reach our apartment building, Leila is barely holding herself together. I have her arm slung over my shoulder, carrying her more than guiding her. She’s still crying—quiet now, but her body trembles with every breath.

I keep telling myself I’m doing the right thing bringing her home. Lia had already started giving her strange looks, wondering why Leila was crying harder than everyone else combined. The last thing we needed was more questions, more explanations.

More lies.

My mind feels like it’s stuffed with cotton, thick and suffocating. The woman in the hospital restroom… the way she looked at me. “How far along are you?”

Her voice still echoes, taunting me. Mocking me.

Pregnant.

I might be pregnant.

And if I am… what then? Will Hermes choose me this time? Will Natalya tear me apart?

Will she hurt me or the baby?

God, I’m scared. So scared I can’t breathe. And I can’t tell Leila. I can’t tel