Aryyah stood in front of the full-length mirror in Cletus's workshop-turned-apartment, her hand resting on the undeniable swell of her belly at five months pregnant, watching as the baby moved beneath her palm creating ripples across her stretched skin.

The pregnancy had progressed quickly once she'd accepted it, her body transforming in ways that felt both miraculous and terrifying, and now there was no hiding the evidence that she carried a child whose paternity remained uncertain and ...