Chapter 62

Megra

The noise of the plane’s engines fades into the background as I sit, staring blankly out the window at the endless expanse of sky. My mind keeps circling back to the letter I wrote to Liza, replaying the words over and over. Guilt twists in my stomach, a constant, gnawing presence. I imagine her reading it, the confusion and betrayal she must have felt.

The look on her face haunts me, even though I wasn’t there to see it. My heart aches as I think of Nathaniel, wondering what he must be thinking. The anger, the disbelief—especially after he promised to fix things and be with me. The baby kicks, a gentle reminder that this decision isn’t just about me. Every time I think of Nathaniel, the kicks seem to come, as if the baby is responding to my turmoil.

I can’t shake the uneasiness that settles over me whenever Conor is around. The only reason I agreed to leave with him was for the sake of my child, to protect this little life growing inside me. But being around Conor feels... wron