TEST RESULT
Mia snaps her fingers like she’s cracked the code to life itself. “Mel, listen. The only way we can find him is simple,the hotel.”
I blink at her. “What?”
She leans forward, eyes glowing with excitement. “Think about it. For a whole king to have a private-person room at that hotel, it means he uses it often.
He’ll come back. That place is his hideout, or business stop, or whatever rich kings do. We’ll wait for him there.”
I stare at her, speechless.
“And before all that,” she continues, wagging a finger, “we need proof. Solid proof. We’re going to the hospital to get a proper pregnancy test. Not those cheap sticks you used.”
“Mia—”
“No,” she cuts me off. “Someone like him won’t take your word. We need results. Papers. Medical stamps. Evidence.”
I swallow hard. She’s r
