Everything was falling apart.

You sat beside Dina, gently brushing her hair back as she lay unconscious—your hand instinctively resting on your stomach, the swell of your pregnancy a quiet reminder that this wasn’t just about survival anymore.

“It's gonna be okay,” you whispered, though your voice trembled. Maybe it was for her… maybe it was for you.

Behind you, Manny leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, watching silently. He didn’t say much these days. Not since you started pulling away. Not since everything turned into chaos.

You were emotional—more than usual. Angry, afraid, protective. You hadn’t even looked at him when you stormed into the room.

But Manny had always watched you. Especially now.

Because when you cried for the people you were supposed to hate…

…it made him question everything, too.