A soft scuff of slippers sounded from inside, growing louder as someone drew near.
"Who is it?" A young woman's voice carried through the door, edged with quiet caution.
I said nothing.
The peephole went dark for a moment. The person on the other side seemed to be studying me out through it.
"Delivery," I lowered my voice and spoke the words roughly.
The lock clicked softly, and the door swung open.
Standing right there was none other than Hailey.
Compared to the thin, awkward teenager I remembered, she had filled out completely. Her face held that soft, full roundness common in pregnancy, and she wore a loose, comfortable maternity dress, one hand resting gently over her heavily rounded belly by instinct.
The moment she saw it was me, the easy, relaxed look on her face froze entir
