My car.
My medical appointments.
Now apparently another woman living in my house.
Lily looked at Vanessa.
“Are you sleeping over?”
No one answered.
Then Noah asked:
“Dad, is she your girlfriend?”
Adrian’s jaw tightened.
I stood carefully.
At eight months pregnant, standing required strategy.
My lower back hurt constantly.
My ankles were swollen.
The baby had been kicking beneath my ribs since dinner began.
I looked at Noah and Lily.
“Shoes on, please.”
Adrian frowned.
