Imogene Scott

Earlier that night…

“You seem to be doing better today,” Breonna says, leaning back on the couch.

We’re both sitting in the living room. I’m here but my mind isn’t. I haven’t slept well in days. And now, the baby. I don’t know what to do about the baby. I’m not ready to tell Breonna about it either.

“I’m fine,” I reply too quickly. “Let’s not talk about me. Tell me about your life for a change. How’s everything going?”

Breonna gives me a small smile. “Actually… I think I’ve found my passion.”

“Really? How?”

“The other day, Emmett took me to this book reading event. It was...