Fifty Nine

Leah's POV

As I wake up in the morning, I find the space beside me in bed empty. Xavier must have already left for work, not wanting to disturb my much-needed rest. I appreciate his concern, but I wish he had woken me. I hate feeling like he's carrying all of this alone.

I push myself out of bed, still feeling the exhaustion from the events of the previous day and the pregnancy was not helping not that I'm complaining. The scandal, the accusations, and the constant media attention have taken a toll on me. I make my way to the kitchen, craving a cup of warm tea to soothe my nerves.

Just as I'm pouring the water, my phone rings. I pick it up and see a familiar number flashing on the screen. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I answer. She still has a lot of questions to answer anyway.

"Hello?"

Her voice on the other end sounds broken, sobbing softly. Sandra rarely cries, so something about this feels off.

"Leah," she manages to choke out between sobs, "it's Sandra. I need your he