Aria Nora
I sit in Dr. Mendez’s clean, bright clinic, flipping through a parenting magazine I’m not even reading. My leg keeps bouncing, and I can’t make it stop. Zane sits right next to me. His presence should be calming, but honestly, it makes me even more nervous. He insisted on coming with me after catching me throwing up this morning. There was no convincing him otherwise.
“Aria Nora Hayes?” a nurse calls out.
I freeze.
Hayes? My cheeks heat up. That’s my married name. I glance at Zane, who’s already getting up.
Did he really use that name to book the appointment? Is this some kind of joke?
“It’s actually...” I try to say, but Zane reaches for my hand and gently helps me stand.
“You okay?” he whispers, his blue eyes scanning my face.
I nod, even though I’m not. My stomach twis
