Days passed, and then weeks passed, and before I knew it, I was at the end of my first three months. And I was in my second trimester.

And Jordan came by to visit again.

I had been working as a journalist for two years already, I knew that investigations took the time that they took. There was only so much that could be done in six weeks, which was how long it had been since we last spoke to him.

Jacob and I were in the dining room, having breakfast. We ...