Miriam’s POV

“Is it me or do you seem happy about something?” Sara asked.

We were in the kitchen, preparing dinner and she kept looking at me from afar.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I shrugged as I chopped up the carrots.

“You’re up to no good and I can tell.”

How does she know me so well? My only hope was that she wouldn’t guess what I was about to do until after I was done with it. I knew she would try to convince me not to go through with the abortion but it was too late for that anyway.

“I think you’re just imagining things....