“The vases, Georgia. You can give them to me.” She shook her head while smiling.

“No, it’s fine. I can carry them.” I took the vases from her hand and she rolled her eyes.

“I am pregnant, not disabled.”

“I never said that. Plus, you need to take care of yourself more.” Georgia was pregnant for two months now. When Aloysius died, she was pregnant with his child and it took me several days to talk her into keeping the child. She wanted to get rid of it. Many sleepless nights and insomnia had her body weakened and if it wasn’t for one of the guards finding her near the...