The sun shined brighter when we stepped out of the courtyard. Kyra walked ahead a little, one hand on her small bump, the other wrapped around her handbag like she was holding herself together.
I unlocked the SUV with a soft beep.
"Kyra... are you okay?" I asked gently.
She nodded without looking back, but her shoulders betrayed her, tight, drawn up, trembling just a little. I didn't push. I waited until she climbed in, buckled up, and stared out the window like the world outside could answer questions she hadn't said out loud.
I started the engine. The AC hummed. The rain pattered.
We pulled off onto the main road.
For the first few minutes, neither of us spoke.
Only the sound of tires on the asphalt, and Kyra's quiet sniffles she tried to hide.
I glanced over at her.
Her chin
