A guard waves our car through the gate, and we pull into the wooded grounds of the Valentini compound.
Roman received a text from my father informing him that the Russian threat has been eliminated. I'm no longer in danger, and my security detail has been called off.
It's a relief to have one less issue to worry about.
My hand rests on my stomach as Roman navigates the long driveway. Neither of us said much during the twenty-minute ride. I think we're both in shock. I know I am. I may have suspected this outcome, but was still unprepared for it. I shift on the seat as Roman glances at me and wait for him to start this much-needed conversation.
He doesn't though. He just continues to drive in silence as the test results flash through my brain for the hundredth time.
I'm pregna
