It had already been a month. Kate was designing while sitting on her porch when a message came through. It was Lucca:

Kate, Ara is in the hospital. My baby is in danger. She wanted me to let you know.

Kate stood up, a chill ran down her spine. She called a taxi while packing a few clothes to travel. When it arrived, she got in with her small bag and headed to the city.

Upon arrival, she went to the small apartment she had rented near the hospital where Ara was. She left her bag and quickly rush