It was Kade's mother who figured it out first.
We were having lunch at the townhouse, just Eloise and me, a habit that had developed quietly over the past weeks. She fed me and I told her things I didn't tell the twins, not always about them, sometimes just about work or the city or things I was reading. She was good company in the specific way of someone who has already seen most of what life has to offer and is not surprised by any of it.
I was two weeks past my birthday when I noticed I was off. I mentioned it without thinking, just a passing comment about feeling unwell in the mornings.
Eloise set down her fork.
She looked at me with an expression I couldn't read immediately.
"How long?" she asked.
"A few days," I said, confused by the look. "Probably just—"
"Mia." She said my n
