Elena

I pondered her words, watching as she selected three pairs of shoes from the options the attendant had laid out.

She placed them on the table and asked me to choose one. I pointed at a random pair, and she giggled with excitement, stating that she was going to pick the same pair too but asked for it in a different colour.

I tried to push thoughts of what she had said about having a child out of my mind, but they lingered.

They reminded me of what Thiago had said about Charlotte. He had assured me she wasn’t pregnant, but what if he was lying?

Or worse, what...