DEVIL’s GRIP
Right as she was about to surrender everything, it moved inside her like a whisper of life refusing to let go.
Hema’s breath hitched. Her lips trembled, and this time, a small sob broke through.
Mia watched her carefully, confused, cautious. “What?” she asked, her voice low now. “What is it?”
Still silent, Hema placed the vial gently on the table beside her. She looked down, palm still over her belly. Then, with a trembling voice that cracked mid-sentence, she spoke.
“It kicked… for the first time.”
Mia’s eyes widened. “What?”
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