AUTHORS POV

Later that evening, the air was heavy with the smell of impending rain or it was just Regina’s pregnancy heightened sense of smell kicking in.

Pregnancy is such a beautiful things as chaotic as it presents itself, but Regina hated the way it brought changes to her body that she didn’t ask for.

Regina stood outside Franco’s apartment with a mask on her face, her coat clutched tightly around her, heart pounding in her chest.

She wondered if she had lost her mind.

She also wondered if someone, somewhere, had a remote control in hand and was controlling her to do the craziest things because she could not...