VIV’S POV

I stirred awake to the shrill ringing of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. Blinking against the dim light filtering through the heavy hotel curtains, I reached for it blindly, my fingers fumbling against the smooth glass screen.

Martha’s name flashed across it.

Groaning, I sat up, feeling the heavy weight of my belly shift uncomfortably. My hand instinctively cradled the mound under my loose nightshirt. It was day two since I left home and already, the ...