Days passed, and Kael still hadn't shown up at the house. I found myself constantly checking my phone, hoping for a message or a call from him. But each time, I was left disappointed.
I tried to focus on other things, like my studies and my pregnancy, but my mind kept wandering back to Kael. What was he doing? Why wasn't he answering my calls?
One evening, as I sat alone in the living room, staring blankly at the TV, I heard a knock at the door. My heart leapt with hope. Could it be Kael?
I got up and hurried to the door, but my hopes were dashed when I saw Levie standing on the other side.
"Hey, girl," she said, stepping inside. "How are you holding up?"
"I'm okay," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm just worried about Kael."
Levie nodded sympathetically. "I know, it's tou
