Revenge and Redemption: Aaron's Tale of Resilience

Chapter seventy-three

Helen sat bolt upright in bed and gripped her stomach. This wasn't hunger, although it gnawed at her the same way. This was a bone-deep need for something very specific, but she had no idea what.

She used to think pregnancy cravings were a myth. An exaggerated old wives' tale to make women feel crazy and unhinged. Until tonight.

She groaned in frustration and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to picture what her mouth was already tasting. Something crisp and buttery, oozing with fatty cheese that dripped unctuously onto her tongue.

Something that would fill up the hole she was certain had opened up inside of her.

The spot next to her in bed was empty, as was the couch. For one moment, she allowed herself to miss Aaron with the same intensity as her craving. He would know what she needed. And he wouldn't object to waking up in the middle of the night to give it to her either. The way he cared for her was more real than anything.

She gripped the sheets, wondering where he had gone. She'd m