Bianca sat on the comfortable couch, her feet up. Now that the baby was growing, she had begun to feel tired more often. Which was why having Siobhan to do a lot of the running around, make the phone calls and stuff like that, as Roxanne put it, had made things seem so much better.

She sighed and looked at the redhaired girl who was on the phone. Siobhan was a person who, despite being so young, knew when to push people and when to take a step back.

Bianca’s eyes wandered to the window. In the distance, she could see the sea. The tangy, salty smell of the waters...