Maya

The whole day passed without catching a glimpse of Nathaniel to convey my apologies for prying into matters I shouldn't have. As the day unfolded, that concern slipped from my mind, entwining itself in the threads of thoughts about Leonardo and Maximus. I found myself contemplating whether they had received my letter. 

Regret slowly settled in, a realization that I had made my pregnancy abundantly clear, far beyond mere hints; I had practically narrated the entire ...