Mara
Tiffany followed me quietly into the left wing. She didn’t say much, but there was something softer in her steps, something open. Like a door slowly creaking wider. She was warming up to me, little by little.
That alone felt like progress.
When we entered the room, she made herself comfortable on the couch and propped her feet up with a sigh of relief.
“They’re killing you?” I asked gently.
A smile tugged at her lips as she nodded. “Yeah. If I don’t keep them elevated, they swell up. Third trimester perks.”
I watched her for a moment, taking mental notes. “Then I guess you’ll be my teacher.”
“You’re lucky, Mara.” Her smile faltered. “You won’t be doing this alone.”
The shift in her expression was subtle but real. I caught it instantly.
“How are things between you two?” I ask
