Changed?
The word echoed in Zara's mind. She wasn't sure.
Memories flickered behind her eyes—Nathaniel saying he wanted to give their marriage a real chance, the subtle shifts in the way he had looked at her, spoken to her. She had sensed something different in him lately, something softer. Maybe he was trying.
But then the kidnapping happened—the chilling tone in his voice during the ransom call, the way he brushed it off, refused to believe she was in real danger. That moment still clung to her, refusing to let go.
If he had truly believed she was in danger, acted on it right away, maybe things would have turned out differently. Maybe their baby would still be here.
"I don't know," she muttered with a helpless shrug.
Bree didn't push. "Forget it," she said with a wave of her hand. "No more overthinking. Right now, focus on healing—because after this show, we are going to be buried in orders. I can feel it."
She beamed, excitement dancing in her eyes.
