ALIANA

I’m staring at my reflection in the glass wall of my office and trying not to overthink the curve of my stomach.

It’s barely there. Barely a whisper. If I didn’t know, I wouldn’t notice. But I know, and apparently Michael knows, and apparently that knowledge has turned my lover into a ghost. I'm exactly six months into my pregnancy journey. After weeks after the attack Michael’s paranoia was over the roof. He wouldn't let me do anything or touch me. It's taken everything for him to even let me continue working.

I turn away from the glass and look at Lily and Jenna sitting across from me.

“Be...