Lisa: Ava's Absence (III)
Lucas's shoulders stiffen, and he turns to look at the healer with a frown. "Still no answers?" he asks, his voice rough with disuse.
Vanessa sighs, her expression sympathetic. "I'm sorry, Alpha. We're doing everything we can."
Lucas nods curtly and turns back to Ava, his brow furrowed in thought. Vanessa catches my eye over his shoulder and gives me a subtle shake of her head.
At first, I'm confused. But then it hits me—she must be trying to tell me that Ava isn't pregnant. A wave of relief washes over me, followed immediately by a pang of guilt. I shouldn't be happy about this, not when Ava is still lying there unresponsive.
But at least it's one less thing to worry about. One less complication in an already tangled web.
I slump back in my chair, suddenly exhausted. It's been a long day, and the emotional roller coaster has taken its toll. I close my eyes, just for a moment, and let the steady rhythm of Ava's heartbeat lull me into a light doze.