Cora's POV:
After I got pregnant, Eric's mother, Marianne Locke, cut her trip short and showed up at our door dragging two suitcases. "I'm here to keep you company. Eric's at the office, and you must be bored at home by yourself."
That evening, Eric pressed his face to my belly, looking solemn. "Be good. Don't make Mommy sick."
I bit back a laugh. "The baby can't hear you yet."
He kissed my stomach. "Then I'll say it again tomorrow."
One afternoon, I was curled up on the couch watching TV when someone knocked on the door. I got up to answer it and found the mother I hadn't seen in years.
"Cora..." She was holding pastries and a bouquet of white gerbera daisies. Her gaze fell on my belly, then slid away uneasily. "Cora, Mr. Rose's company is in trouble. Could you ask Eric to help him?
