With a heavy, laden heart, Selina climbed toward the rooftop. She found Noah and Annabelle waiting; by the look of them, they had only just arrived, likely watching the fallout from above.
The worry twitching across their faces confirmed her suspicion: they had seen everything.
As Selina strode closer, they hurried to her side. Noah and Annabelle's pulses hammered, dreading whatever decision Zane might have forced upon her. It hadn't even been five minutes since the confrontation below, but the silence between them now felt like a physical weight.
Noah's face contorted, his voice strained with an edge of desperation. "Didn't he agree to have the baby with you? He didn't say something unreasonable... or hurtful, did he?"
"He's never going to change his mind," Selina said. Her voice quivered, a small fracture in her resolve. "You two don't need to worry about that. I can manage this myself."
