Luka remained silent as Evelyn sobbed quietly in the passenger seat. He kept his eyes on the road with his jaw set and his hands firm on the wheel, pretending not to notice the way her shoulders shook or how she kept turning her face toward the window, as if ashamed of letting anyone see her break like this. He had seen death, betrayal...war. But grief like hers, grief that hollowed a person out from the inside, was something new to him.
She had been raised believing the world would bend for her. That nothing could truly go wrong.
And now everything had.
He was just about to slow the car, to give her a moment longer, when her voice cut through the quiet, barely holding together.
“Luka…”
He tensed, glancing sideways.
“I’m pregnant.”
His foot slammed down on the brakes before his mind
