[CLAIRE’s Point of View]

No matter how sick I feel, I need to eat for the growing baby inside me.

I caressed my slowly rounding belly, scratching softly on the fabric, trying to ease the itchiness of my expanding skin. I am grateful that Ralph doesn’t stay inside the bedroom because every time he insists that he wants to sleep beside me, all I do is stare at him coldly and sternly. I let him know all the time that I never wanted to be touched even with the tip of his fingers on me and surprisingly, he respected every word I told him.

But it only builds up the...