“Hello,” she waves, leaning against the door frame.

Knox veers to her, a hand on my belly and another around my waist. “Ella, where did you go?” he asks her, his tone laced with concern.

I stiffen, uncomfortable with being touched by him while he talks to his fiancée.

“The cinema projector was down again and the girls wanted to go out for a movie, so I took them,” she smiles, playing with her ring. “They're outside playing, so o thought I should come and welcome Thalia to ...