VIV’S POV

The curtains in my room barely let in the light these days, but I liked it that way.

The dimness suited the dull ache that lived inside my chest. I lay curled up on the bed, my hand instinctively resting on my slightly rounded belly. It wasn’t too obvious yet, but it was undeniable now. The second trimester had crept up on me like a quiet storm.

I couldn’t wear half of my old clothes anymore. My heels were beginning to pinch, and I had long ...