Kyra’s heart stung at Allie’s comment, but she refused to let it show, masking her pain with a small, polite smile. She continued to pick at her fries, stabbing at them idly with her fork. For some inexplicable reason, they didn’t taste right. It wasn’t that she wasn’t hungry—she just craved something else, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, and the thought gnawed at her.
Oblivious to Kyra’s inner turmoil, Allie kept chattering away about her pregnancy symptoms—her morning sickness, bizarre cravings, and the emotional rollercoaster she’d been riding. Kyra nodded along, offering the occasional hum of acknowledgment, but her mind was elsewhere.
Sensing Kyra’s detachment, Allie abruptly changed the subject, leaning forward with an excited grin. “Enough about me. Tell me more ab
