Lena’s POV
The sun rose in pinks and golds along the horizon, a colorful sky that should’ve been beautiful but just left some tight ache in my chest somewhere close to grief. I had sat at this window the entire night, with my hand on the small soft rise of my belly and watched darkness turn into light while I thought myself in circles until exhaustion overcame me.
“Maybe she’s right,” I whispered to the life inside me. “Perhaps we should just leave, maybe everyone would be happier.”
“You’re being dramatic,” I said to myself, attempting some rationality to the waves of irrational thoughts. “It’s just that your hormones are making everything worse while you’re pregnant.”
But was it just hormones? Or had I finally woken up and realized that for months, I’d been kidding myself into thinkin
