The bathroom door opened quietly.
Warm steam followed Arora out, curling into the air before slowly fading into nothing. A few drops of water slid down from her damp hair, tracing the sharp line of her jaw before disappearing beneath the collar of her shirt.
She paused for a second.
Just one.
Jennie.
The thought came uninvited.
Not someone she was close to.
Not someone she had shared laughter or memories with.
But someone who mattered.
To her brother.
And now—
someone carrying a life.
Arora exhaled slowly, steadying herself.
This wasn't about emotions.
This was about responsibility.
She wiped her hands dry, pulling on a black shirt and beige pants. Her movements were precise, controlled—like she was locking every feeling back where it belonged.
By the time she stepped into her room, her expression had settled into something unreadable.
And then she noticed him.
Nick.
He was already there.
Sitting in the chair near her desk.
Waiting.
